Twins: When You Don’t Expect Them
When my second child turned 18 months old, I wrote about how we were done having children. Two months later, I wrote another article about how I yearned for a third child. The timing was not coincidental, because when my first son was 20 months old, I fell pregnant with his baby brother.
My mind was telling me no—my body and heart were saying otherwise. I had convinced myself (and my husband) that our family was complete, just the four of us. There were many pros to keeping it small—to not being pregnant while looking after two children under the age of five. We had the right car for a family of four, the right amount of space in our apartment, and we were getting to the stage where I felt like I could breathe again.
We were emerging step by step from the trenches of looking after babies and venturing into the brave world of toddlerhood and preschool milestones.
By the end of the 2013, we had come to another (life-changing) decision. We would try for one more child.
By early March, we were wrapping our heads around the fact that we were going to be welcoming fraternal twins. That was most certainly not what we expected.
The challenges of doubling the number of children became slightly mind numbing and scary. The simple task of adding one child now became a multitude of things to consider, and change.
Instead of the reliable hand-me-downs from the older kids, I realized that we had to trade in our reliable Bugaboo Bee for a double stroller. We will need to double the diapers, wet wipes, and baby clothes. We will need two baby towels, twice the number of burping cloths and swaddles, and, eventually, two cribs. We have to buy another car seat since we only have one fit for a 0-to-12-month-old.
Instead of buying a slightly bigger car like a snazzy SUV, we are now looking into massive family minivans because nothing else will fit our soon-to-be-family of four kids under the age of five, all of whom will need to be contained in their respective car seats (why are those things so large and cumbersome?).
Instead of breastfeeding just one child, which I've come to be rather good at, I have to learn how to nurse two at the same time without a) dropping one baby and b) preparing to surrender my boobs to come what may.
Instead of dividing my time by three, it will now be four. Forever.
I expect to feel completely and utterly blessed.
What were your first thoughts when you found out you were expecting twins?