pumped. I’m so excited to watch those two little boys grow up.
They’re only two weeks old and they already have so much
personality.
“You’re thinking about their personalities again, aren’t
you?”
I let out a small gasp, which I bite down on
immediately, and stare anxiously at the two angels sleeping in
their identical bassinets by the bed.
“I didn’t know you were awake.” Adley was taking a
much-needed nap.
We have basically started sleeping in shifts, so I’m
sitting propped up against the headboard, reading. The twins
were up most of the night. We both stay awake together with
them for the few hours that they’re most active, then we start
our shift sleeping. There isn’t much sleeping with two crying
babies though.
Adley didn’t have enough milk for two babies, so
we’ve been formula feeding since day one, which is a small
mercy. It lets her get more rest, since the twins drink a bottle
much quicker than they would breastfeed. Adley is still sore
from the birth two weeks ago. She had a scheduled C-section,
so it’s going to take her a while before she’s able to move
without feeling sore. I know some people say they don’t feel
it, but she feels it.
I immediately search her face for signs of pain. She
often tries to tell me she’s fine when I can tell she isn’t, but
right now she’s relaxed.
“I was staring at them too,” she whispers. “They’re so
freaking perfect, aren’t they?”
“They are. The two most perfect babies that ever