Outnumbered!
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It's official, we're outnumbered! I realized this at some point last night, when I was awakened by a tiny little cry...must be our princess, she always cries like a kitten, she was followed by her brother, who's cry I might add sounds nothing like a kitten, more like a loud wailing lamb...baah, baah, BAAH! Mew, mew, baah, baah, the cries growing louder by the second, as I quickly try to change two babies in the dark and get them latched on to nurse. I should add at this point that nursing twins is a challenge and unless you have a good sense of humor about it should not be attempted in front of any witnesses. I have this gigantic twins nursing pillow, it's a life saver but fairly comedic to see in action. I only wish I could post a picture, but since it's not exactly "G" rated and I think I've frightened my new brother-in-law enough, we'll just leave it for the imagination. I'm finally able to get us all situated, both babies latched on and sucking away (a whole new level of pain, I'll go into another time), when I hear Walnut crying. I usually just let him cry it out, but it goes on for some time, I should check on him. Needless to say I'm a little busy, so I yell at the One who Works, who up to this point has been snoring away peacefully in the bed next to me. He does not answer, must be really tired. The wailing is getting louder from Walnut's room, soon I hear Peanut yelling at Walnut to stop crying. Oh great, now Peanut's awake and whining. Aggh! In my distraction, the babies have unlatched, milk is now squirting them in the face...baah, baah, mew, mew...BAAH, BAAH, MEW, MEW! Walnut is now wailing and Peanut is screaming at him to be quiet! BAAH, BAAH, MEW, MEW, WAIL, WAIL, SCREAM, SCREAM....snore, snore, snore. It's three in the morning, what else can I do, I'm holding two screaming babies, who by now are soaked with spraying milk, trying to calm Walnut from where I am, while yelling at Peanut to stop yelling at Walnut. It's at this point I realize I'm seriously outnumbered, I should have joined them at this point, and just started crying too, but something about the whole situation just struck me as funny and I just laughed instead. Thankfully, we all slept in this morning, when we finally did get up, and before he headed off for work, the One who Works and I just looked at each other through our bloodshot eyes and said "just twelve hours, we only have to survive the next twelve hours and then we can go back to bed and get some sleep". So wish me luck today, I'm on hour 4 and still in my pajamas, but at least the boys are dressed, and the babies have been changed, they were beginning to smell like sour milk. Only 8 hours left, I can make it.
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