We’ve Moved to www.thefoxfairies.com!

The day is finally here! Our sparkly new blog can now be found at: www.thefoxfairies.com.

Expect new topics and themes within a brand spanking new website. Honestly I didn’t even know how to put a blog post together a mere few months ago, fast forward three months and I have now gone self hosted and it really is the best feeling! The amount of pride I have for this new blog I think may beam out of my face. I have worked so hard on putting it all together, I just really hope you enjoy it as much as I have had making it.

Thank you for your patience during this time of construction. Please feel free to message to let me know your thoughts on our new blog! I am so energised to start writing for this new platform. Look forward to seeing you there!

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Please Bear With Us: Blog Moving Soon!

Please Bear With Us: Blog Moving Soon!

You may have seen from our Foxfairy Twins Instagram that we will soon be moving our blog over to a new domain! We are very excited about this new adventure. Thank you for all of your love and support during this time.

As soon as it’s ready we will let you know! Thank you for your patience x

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Looking for more twin inspiration? Browse our other twin topic pages from the links below, or come and say hi on Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, and Pinterest. We would love to hear from you!

You may also be interested in:

Guest Bloggers Needed | My Blogging SecretBaby Haemangioma | My Birth StoryA Day In The Life Of… | Nursery Organisation | Travel Organisation | Feeding | Guest Posts | Tips For Mums-To-Be | Parent Hacks: Survive With A Newborn | My Pregnancy Story | How To Bathe Twins | What I Miss From My Child-Free Life | Twin Night Time Feeding | Parent Anxiety21 Activities for Babies | Monday Musings | Work It Out Wednesday | Quick Fix Friday | Snapshot Sunday

My Birth Story (Part 1)

My Birth Story (Part 1)

My birth story. Something that many people have asked about. And the one subject I haven’t really explored on my blog. Not because I don’t want people to know about it. It just wasn’t a straight forward, picture perfect experience, so it seems a bit of an effort to retell really (but then who does have a straight forward birth story anyway? It’s not like the stork delivers a baby like you’ve primed it and requested next day delivery…) So I guess my story will add to all of the other fabulous, strong women who have endured this crazy adventure into motherhood.

I decided to work as far as I could to my due date so that I would spend as much time as possible with my newborn babies. As if I had planned it (you know I like to be organised), I said goodbye to my fabulous work colleagues on the Friday, bought the last minute baby items over that weekend, finally finished the whole of Gossip Girl on the Monday and  had the twins’ surprise arrival on the Tuesday. I’d say that was pretty good planning.

Twin bump during the second trimester

I chose to work as close to my due date as possible so that I could get as much maternity leave as I could with my babies.

I was 35 weeks plus 5 days when the twins were born. Let me take you back to that time. It was a Monday, my first official day of maternity leave. It was a strange feeling not getting up to go to work, although I must admit, by that time my body was so exhausted carrying two little ones that even breathing was strenuous. So I tried to take it easy. Nap when I needed. Ate when I was hungry. It was now a waiting game.

I remember cooking dinner for Pete as soon as he arrived home from work. It was a typical evening. We sat together, ate dinner, chatted about the day, tidied up and went to bed. The third trimester is an extremely frustrating period as you can never get more than 2 hours sleep at a time due to your poor bladder being forever squashed by your growing bump. As I was getting up every couple of hours to use the bathroom, it meant that Pete was also woken up every two hours. So sleep really was a treat for us.

2.45am I woke up for the 4th time that night to use the loo. As I got into the bathroom my tummy didn’t feel right. Maybe it was something I ate at dinner? That’s when it happened. The moment that you’ve been waiting for throughout the whole of your pregnancy. The sign that your babies are on their way. My waters broke.

Oh. My. Goodness.

It was like I went into ultra efficient mode. I called for Pete, who came stumbling across the hallway in a sleepy state, not knowing what to do. I remember distinctively saying as he fumbled around trying to tap the hospital number into his phone: ‘I am going to be really bossy now, ok?’ Of course the poor thing had no other response than ‘Yes ok’. As soon as he got off the phone to the midwife I started giving the first instruction: ‘Right Pete, you need to get dressed’ ‘Next, please can you make sure my hospital notes are in the bag’ ‘Can you top up my water bottle for the journey?’ the instructions went on. As I brushed my hair (I know, I’m vain, even when I’m about to give birth…) and finished dressing I remember looking around our bedroom one last time thinking: This is going to be the last time we step into this home as a family of two. Totally and utterly bonkers.

We stumbled into our uber, sat in the back holding hands and giggled to each other. This was so surreal. I was surprisingly really calm as I wasn’t having any contractions (lucky for Pete I’d say). With it being just after 3am, the streets were very quiet so the drive was very smooth. When we arrived at the hospital we had to wander the hallways trying to find the right ward. We went up to one floor, realised that wasn’t the correct one, so had to hobble my way back down to the floor below (remembering that my waters had actually burst so I really needed to see someone quiet urgently).

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I wanted to make sure that everything was ready and prepared for the twins’ arrival.

Eventually we found the correct ward, took a seat and waited to go in. There was a young girl and her boyfriend also waiting to be taken in. She was having regular contractions bless her and her poor partner had no idea what to do. He just paced the floor, nervous sweat dripping from his forehead, obviously wishing for a midwife to appear soon to save him (and obviously his girlfriend) from this ordeal. I know it’s us women that go through the labour but I do feel for the partners who have to stand back and be a spare part, not having the slightest idea on how to actually be helpful. I felt for them. Surprisingly we were actually taken through first, it seemed having twins gives you a free pass.

The hours went by and many different midwives, doctors and consultants came to speak to us. After having a scan they explained that although Twin 1 (we didn’t know the gender) was in the head down position, ready to be delivered, Twin 2 had decided to wedge their feet underneath Twin 1’s head, therefore creating a blockage (can you guess which baby was Twin 2?). So delivery by cesarean section it was.

It happened to be an audit day for the hospital which meant there were no scheduled operations in theatre…so we were able to get gowned up and taken straight down.

Oh my. We are actually going to have babies…like RIGHT NOW. So, so surreal. I don’t think I processed it really. Pete and I just went along with what the doctors were telling us to do.

That’s when we started walking down the corridor towards the theatre room.

Here we go.

Find out what happens next in Part 2, coming up next week!

 

What Was Your Birthing Experience?

What was your birthing experience like?

 

Looking for more twin inspiration? Browse our other twin topic pages from the links below, or come and say hi on Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, and Pinterest. We would love to hear from you!

You may also be interested in:

Guest Bloggers Needed | My Blogging SecretBaby Haemangioma | My Birth StoryA Day In The Life Of… | Nursery Organisation | Travel Organisation | Feeding | Guest Posts | Tips For Mums-To-Be | Parent Hacks: Survive With A Newborn | My Pregnancy Story | How To Bathe Twins | What I Miss From My Child-Free Life | Twin Night Time Feeding | Parent Anxiety21 Activities for Babies | Monday Musings | Work It Out Wednesday | Quick Fix Friday | Snapshot Sunday

 

 

10 Reasons Why I’m #RockingMotherhood

10 Reasons Why I’m #RockingMotherhood

The #RockingMotherhood tag had been doing the rounds for a few months now ever since the lovely Pat at White Camelias published a post listing 10 reasons she was rocking this motherhood gig. It was such a popular post she started the tag so that other mums could celebrate their wins too.

I don’t know about you but as soon as I typed the title of this post I felt a little uncomfortable. Although I’m extremely flattered to be taking part in this link, as a parent I think it’s incredibly hard to acknowledge the things that you’re doing well. Parent anxiety, mum guilt, the constant battle of how to spend your precious time with raising your children, spending time with loved ones, working, keeping up with domestic chores, making sure the bills are paid etc etc all make it extremely hard to feel like you’re actually even capable of doing a half decent job (you can read my Life With 4 Month Old Twins post to get a better insight into my daily antics).

However, as I look at my mutha.hood pin and my Yesmummum affirmation cards I think to myself: Actually, we should celebrate what we ARE doing well. Positive minds make for a positive life. So here I am, giving myself a gold star and a high five to the things that make me go ‘WHOOP! I’m doing a great job’. So thank you Alana from Burnished Chaos and Aleena from Mummy Mama Mum for the tags.

rocking motherhood. why we are rocking motherhood. how to look after twins

Normally with these sorts of things I think it’s best if you ask the people who are ultimately making this judgement of you. From the mouth of babes and all that. Although Beatrice and Francis are not yet able to talk, I think if I asked them what makes mummy good at looking after them, here’s what they would say:

Mumma is #RockingMotherhood Because…

  1. You are always smiling, even though we keep you awake at night and poo on you. We like it when you smile because it makes us smile too.

  2. Although you may be tired you always try to make sure we are entertained.  Even if it is just putting us in front of the washing machine so that you can have 5 minutes to wash our baby bottles. Don’t worry, we’ll get our own back when we don’t find it entertaining anymore and you have to find a different appliance to put us in front of. Ha. (Read our 21 Activities for Babies for more inspiration)

  3. You give us so many kisses and cuddles every day. This is definitely better than any toy or game. Thank you for making us feel like the best babies in the world.

  4. You are very brave. We know we are a handful, especially when you need to feed us both out of the house. But you can now do it on your own. Well done mummy! We hope we are just as brave as you one day.

  5. You make us giggle and laugh with your crazy dancing and singing. Thank you for not worrying about looking like a fool to keep us happy.

  6. You are fabulous at multitasking. If one of us needs cuddles and the other one needs another feed, you are somehow able to do this plus wash up, put the laundry on and start cooking dinner for you and daddy, all at the same time.

  7. You know how important it is to give us time to learn new things. You recognise that we will learn things differently and that is ok. Thank you for spending this special time with us.

  8. You know that if we are grizzly, it won’t last for long and we’ll make you smile again with our antics. We know how much you love it when we make funny noises or pass extremely loud wind whilst we’re out in public.

  9. You make choices based on us as a family of four now, not just you and daddy. Thank you for spending your Prosecco money on teething gel and nappy bags. We know it’s a huge sacrifice for you.

  10. You recognise and treat us like individuals. Even though we are twins you know that we like different things, act in different ways and have different personalities. Thank you for making us feel very special in our own little way.

So there you have the 10 reasons why Beatrice and Francis think I’m rocking motherhood. You know, it’s the hardest job in the world being a parent, but I feel like the luckiest person in the world to be doing it.

To make sure the motherhood love continues to spread, I’m going to invite some other lovely ladies to carry the tag on. I look forward to reading your reasons why you rock. They are:

Ellie at How To Grow A Person

Katy at keepingabreastwiththetwins

dansoutofcontrol at blondehairbrowneyes

Mumvibess at Mum Vibes

fibee2712 at The Morse Code

Happy tagging!

The Rules For The Tag

  • Thank the blogger that tagged you and link to their blog.

  • List 10 things you believe make you a good mother (this is just a guideline. It can be more or less than 10. I really don’t mind).

  • Tag 3 – 5 bloggers to join in the #RockingMotherhood Tag.

  • Grab the #RockingMotherhood badge and add it to your post or sidebar.

I would love to read what you come up with and so would Pat so if you tweet your post to @whitecamelias and @FoxfairyTwins we will be happy to RT them for you. Thank you for reading x

Looking for more twin inspiration? Browse our other twin topic pages from the links below, or come and say hi on Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, and Pinterest. We would love to hear from you!

You may also be interested in:

Guest Bloggers Needed | My Blogging SecretBaby Haemangioma | A Day In The Life Of… | Nursery Organisation | Travel Organisation | Feeding | Guest Posts | Tips For Mums-To-Be | Parent Hacks: Survive With A Newborn | My Pregnancy Story | How To Bathe Twins | What I Miss From My Child-Free Life | Twin Night Time Feeding | Parent Anxiety21 Activities for Babies | Monday Musings | Work It Out Wednesday | Quick Fix Friday | Snapshot Sunday

 

Parent Anxiety: Going To The Baby Clinic

Parent Anxiety: Going To The Baby Clinic

Nobody tells you before you have your little bundle of joy that once they are here you have to make frequent trips to the baby clinic to have your baby weighed. I was very fortunate that as we had two babies to contend with, the midwife would come and visit me at home for the first couple of weeks. However, once the twins were a little older and they could see we were managing well, it was time to make the trips down to the clinic.

This should have been straight forward. Turn up at the Children’s Centre, put babies on the scales, get their weights recorded and off we go on our merry way.

How wrong I was.

You may have gathered from my other posts that I like to be fairly organised. Ok…really organised. Like, OCD organised. I can’t help it. It’s the way I have to function else I feel completely out of control and will probably cry. So you can imagine my thought process as the baby clinic day was fast approaching. What time do I give the babies their feed before we leave? Is the baby bag packed and ready to go? Do I have enough bottles and milk? Are the nappies and wet wipes in the bag? How long will it take me to get to the clinic? Will I have enough time to get back home to feed the babies or will I need to feed them there? Shall I shower the night before so that I don’t have to worry about drying my hair before we leave? What if one baby cries whilst I’m out and I can’t sooth them? YES all of this went on in my tiny little head. Stupid anxiety.

Just reading that ridiculous list of unnecessary worries makes me feel exhausted. But as a new mum, with brand new babies, these situations can be very stressful for us. Anyone else agree? Or is it just me who is completely bonkers? Probably the latter…

 

Planning For The Trip

So, knowing the time that I needed to leave the house, I worked backwards to schedule when I needed to do everything else: pack the bag first thing, get myself ready for the day (I was lucky to have 7 minutes for this), give the babies their feed at 9.30am, change nappies, set up the pram, put the coats on the babies, strap them into the pram, put my coat on then time to leave.

However, I made the fatal error of not scheduling in some ‘danger time’. This would be for unplanned events, such as projectile vomit / a poo explosion / one baby refusing to take their feed etc etc… ummm. So, of course, the babies tried to test me and hit me with these impromptu events (did they not get the memo that we were on a tight schedule?!) But, I kept my cool, cleared up the vomit, washed away the horrendous poo fest, eventually got my fussy baby to take her feed (bet you can guess which baby that was?), put them in the pram and we were finally out of the door, ready to walk to the clinic.

Now, you would think that was the stressful bit over. All I needed to do now was to get to the clinic, which was only a 15 minute walk away. I can do this. I can do this.

Twin mum and baby twins. Baby twins out for a walk in tandem pram

Taking your babies to an appointment. This can be a very anxious time for a new parent. A new setting, staff and not to mention trying to get your new babies there successfully! Here I share my worries about attending new appointments with my babies.

Arriving At The Clinic

I made it to the clinic and the first thing the lady said to me was: ‘You have to leave your pram outside.’ Ummm ok…but how would I manage carrying two babies, plus my rucksack, into the centre? But the lady kindly helped to carry one carrycot whilst I carried the other. Of course this was really kind of her to help, but I hated being a bother. And then everyone turned to look at us as we adventured into the room as it was like I had an entourage accompanying me *inset blushing emjoi here… But the worst thing I found being in this tiny room, although it was full of parents and little babies, it was weirdly quiet. All of the babies seemed to be sleeping. Apart from mine. I cannot tell you the amount of anxiety this brings to a new mum (well, me, anyway). Oh god. They’re going to start crying. Everyone’s going to look at me. And I won’t know what to do and I’ll just flap and look completely incapable and they’ll question if I’m cut out to be a twin mum…

The worries went on. I picked up Beatrice whilst trying to pacify Francis in his carrycot. I’ve got this. I can do this. I’ll only have to wait for a few minutes, we’ll be seen and then we can escape and run back home.

That was when I realised how long each baby’s weighing time was taking. Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s wonderful that the lovely ladies spent quality time talking to each parent as they weighed their babies, but when you’ve got to be home in 50 minutes for the next feed, you want this to be quick. Come on ladies, could we not make this into a bit of a conveyor belt?? On, weigh, off, next baby, on, weigh, off, next baby…???? So now, not only was I trying to pacify two month old twins, I was also stressing about the time limit too. Breathe. Just breathe. Nobody wants a passed out mum to deal with too.

Our Appointment

FINALLY (HURRRAH!!) it was our turn. Now to strip down each baby. Of course, as soon as the nappy came off I was greeted by the biggest wee I have ever had to deal with. I mean…it was like a tsunami. As I attempted to salvage what was left of the sleep suit, I fumbled around trying to get the new nappy on (why is it that I change 200 of these blimmin’ nappies a day with my eyes closed, but as soon as I’m in front of anyone I cannot work out which way is the front or back??) get the sleep suit back on and repeat with the next twin. Deja vu much?

After the second baby had finished, I then needed assistance to help me get back to the pram (this is the logistical problem with twins, you can’t leave one baby whilst you deal with the other). They kindly helped and I was finally on my way home. I had 7 minutes before the next feed so I sprinted as fast as  I could before the babies started wailing uncontrollably.

So there you have it, a ridiculous account of a new twin mum taking her two month old twins to the clinic. Of course, all of these worries and anxieties are in my head. The staff were extremely lovely and welcoming and I don’t think they could have done any more to help me. I can tell, with practise and time, my confidence will grow and soon I’ll be able to do these things  without really worrying at all.

Twin mum and twin babies. Twin mum feeding twin babies. Twin life. Twin babies being fed

Experiences from a twin mumma. Do you get anxious or nervous about attending new appointments with your little ones? How do you overcome these worries?

Do You Get Anxious?

Do you get ridiculously worried about the jobs you have to do as a new mum? Have you had an experience similar to mine? I’d love to hear your experiences.

 

Looking for more twin inspiration? Browse our other twin topic pages from the links below, or come and say hi on Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, and Pinterest. We would love to hear from you!

You may also be interested in:

Baby Haemangioma | A Day In The Life Of… | Nursery Organisation | Travel Organisation | Feeding | Guest Posts | Tips For Mums-To-Be | Parent Hacks: Survive With A Newborn | My Pregnancy Story | How To Bathe Twins | What I Miss From My Child-Free Life | Twin Night Time Feeding | Parent Anxiety21 Activities for Babies | Monday Musings | Work It Out Wednesday | Quick Fix Friday | Snapshot Sunday

 

What I Love About Being A Twin Mum VS What I Miss From My Child-Free Life

What I Love About Being A Twin Mum VS What I Miss From My Child-Free Life

‘Once you’re a parent, your whole life is going to change’. That’s what everyone kept telling me in the run up to the twins’ arrival. And wow, they were not wrong. In my head I thought ‘it can’t be that bad? Surely I can still have my little set ways and get the babies to loosely fit into our routines?’

HAAAAAA! Sorry, excuse me whilst I laugh at my pre-parent naivety. I hate to break it to all of those parents-to-be…but life really does change when you have babies, quite a lot. Actually, more than you can imagine.

Being a twin mumma has brought along its smiles, hilarities and tribulations. As we have survived keeping the babies alive for a massive five months *high five to that! I began to reflect on how our lives really have changed.

So here are the things that I love about being a twin mumma vs what I miss about my child-free life:

Mum and baby twins. Baby boy girl twins with mum

What are the things that you love about being a parent? What do you miss from your child-free life?

What I Love vs What I Miss

I miss: Being able to make spontaneous plans. I now need at least three weeks notice, and even then I may not actually make it. Probably due to either the babies being sick, I’m exhausted or I’ve been pooed on

I love: Having baby snuggles on the sofa. Their tiny little bodies wrapped around me is everything. I could sit there all day

I miss: How I used to sleep all night. ALL night. Uninterrupted, eight hours of blissful sleep. I miss sleep.

I love: The babies’ gummy, dribbly smiles first thing in the morning (even if they’ve kept me awake all…night…long…)

I miss: My life not being centred around having to wash and sterilise 14 bottles or change 10-16 nappies a day, wash millions of baby clothes daily (HOW can there be that much laundry when their clothes are so small?) or endlessly clear up vomit

I love: When the babies look at each other and smile. Ahhh it makes me go all mushy inside

I miss: Not having to go on quests to extract the biggest baby bogie from the smallest of nostril, just to be sure that it doesn’t stop them from breathing #mumanixety

I love: That newborn baby smell

I miss: Drinking copious amounts of Prosecco like an irresponsible teenager

I love: Checking in on the babies at night and seeing them sleep so peacefully

I miss: Having real adult conversations. Now my husband and I have a daily exchanges of: ‘what colour was his poo this time? Was it runny or solid? How many poos has he had so far today? Did you SMELL that last nappy??’ Romance, right there

I love: The smell of the babies straight after a bath. So clean and fresh

I miss: Not being able to be hungover and feel sorry for myself whilst binging on a whole bucket of KFC and watching back-to-back episodes of Marple

I love: How funny it is when the babies pass wind…they are SO loud (and it normally happens when I’m out and about…)

I miss: Being able to fit into my tiny clothes (why is it that you always think you’re overweight and then when you look back you realise that was total nonsense?)

I love: Not feeling so self-obsessed as I now have two tiny babies to look after

I miss: Having money to spend on unnecessary items (normally wine…)

I love: Earning money for a real purpose

baby twins. boy girl twins 5 month old twins

What highlights do your little ones bring to your life?

I miss: Having free time. Instead it’s a 3-hour schedule: feed, change, sleep, repeat. What did I used to do before having babies?? I wasted SO much time doing nothing…

I love: When they smile and their tiny pegs start showing through their gums. So cute

I miss: How I could leave the house without a care in the world. Now it’s spending 4 hours getting ready to leave (Nappy bag? Tick. Changing mat? Tick. Bottles? Tick. Extra sleep suits? Tick? Two babies? Errr…tick) only to spend approximately 48 minutes out, before you retreat back because the babies are screaming and you’re exhausted

I love: Proudly taking our babies out and about. Although being a twin mum means everyone talks to you…Yes, they are twins, yes it’s a boy and a girl, no of course they’re not identical…it’s a boy and a girl…

I miss: Not having to get dressed in stages as there’s a baby crying / someone’s vomited / I need to express / one baby has got hold of something that they shouldn’t have (how do they do that?) All I want to do is change my underwear, is that so much to ask?

I love: Watching the twin relationship begin to develop. How lucky are they to have each other?

I miss: Not being able to buy clothes because they now count as a luxury item

I love: Buying new sleep suits for the babies to wear. They always look so adorable in them

I miss: Spending all of my time with Pete, my friends and family

I love: Learning how to be our new little family

I miss: Enjoying a hot, leisurely cup of coffee. Instead I now make one of two choices: drink it straight from the kettle and get third degree burns, or have it next week. Either of the two is never appealing to me

I love: That their little personalities are already shining through. We most definitely have a mini me x2! (Beatrice is definitely a busy body and Francis is chilled and very calm)

I miss: Going in and out of shops without thinking twice about the environment set up. Now I regularly get anxious about finding toilets that are big enough to fit me and a double pram into when I’m out and about, or worried that I may not be able to get through the doors of a particular shop. The struggle is real

I love: The joy the twins bring not only to our lives but to our family’s lives too. Seeing the babies with their extended family is the cutest thing

Twin mum and twin babies. Twin mum feeding twin babies. Twin life. Twin babies being fed

Experiences from a twin mumma. What are the things you love about being a mum? What things do you miss from your child-free life?

I miss: Being able to watch the TV and not snot cry into my Kleenex at some missing cat or a slightly sombre piece of music. Blimmin’ hormones

I love: Learning all about motherhood. Every day is most definitely a school day

I miss: Not having a night where I would check on the babies 17 times to make sure that they’re still breathing (I’m sure I will always do this…)

I love: Meeting other mums and learning new tips and tricks from them

I miss: Napping all weekend (can you tell I miss sleep?)

I love: Trying to make our babies giggle. Once you’ve learnt the formula you can’t help yourself but keep going back and trying to make them laugh again and again and again

I miss: Being able to have a long shower (when I say long, I mean, more than 3 uninterrupted minutes. Now I just rush in and out of the bathroom mid shampoo because the baby monitor is going berserk)

I love: Being able to be the person who can comfort my babies

I miss: Looking youthful. Post babies, I now look like a haggard old woman with bags bigger than Aldi and sprouting grey hairs growing out of my head. Sleep deprivation is not kind to you

I love: Having this excuse of being a ‘new mum’ so the messy mum bun is now acceptable

I miss: How my body once was strong and fit…I still can’t kneel on the floor or twist too quickly. A multiple pregnancy is not for the faint hearted

I love: How tiny their little hands and feet are. How can it be possible?

I miss: Smelling of Chanel perfume and Neal’s Yard hand lotion. Baby milky vomit doesn’t quite have the same aroma

I love: That Pete still loves me, even in this post-baby whirlwind

 

What Do You Love and Miss?

What do you love about being a mumma? What are the things you miss from your child-free life?

 

Looking for more twin inspiration? Browse our other twin topic pages from the links below, or come and say hi on Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, and Pinterest. We would love to hear from you!

You may also be interested in:

Baby Haemangioma | A Day In The Life Of… | Nursery Organisation | Travel Organisation | Feeding | Guest Posts | Tips For Mums-To-Be | Parent Hacks: Survive With A Newborn | My Pregnancy Story | How To Bathe Twins | What I Miss From My Child-Free Life | Twin Night Time Feeding | Parent Anxiety21 Activities for Babies | Monday Musings | Work It Out Wednesday | Quick Fix Friday | Snapshot Sunday

 

My Twin Pregnancy Story

Looking for more twin inspiration? Browse our other twin topic pages from the links below, or come and say hi on Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, and Pinterest. We would love to hear from you!

You may also be interested in:

Baby Haemangioma | A Day In The Life Of… | Nursery Organisation | Travel Organisation | Feeding | Guest Posts | Tips For Mums-To-Be | Parent Hacks: Survive With A Newborn | My Pregnancy Story | How To Bathe Twins | What I Miss From My Child-Free Life | Twin Night Time Feeding | Parent Anxiety21 Activities for Babies | Monday Musings | Work It Out Wednesday | Quick Fix Friday | Snapshot Sunday

My Pregnancy Story

Imagine: it is a Friday evening in London, you have your friend’s 30th birthday party tomorrow in Exeter, you need to pack your costume for the 80s theme and you have this little niggle in the corner of your head that your period STILL hasn’t come along. Ummm. I’m just being paranoid. It’ll be here. It’s just taking its merry time this month. As I had a sip of my Pinot I looked at the golden liquid and thought…maybe I should take one little test just to be sure…?? Oh. My. God. I am actually going to take a test. I took a deep breath and said to Pete: love, I think I should take a pregnancy test, I wont be pregnant, but just to be sure as we’re partying tomorrow night. As the panic started to set across his face I slowly opened the little white stick and went to the loo.

Pregnant with twins. Twin bump.

My Pregnancy Story: Isn’t the human body incredible? I cant believe how much my body changed throughout the 8 months.

I thought I would be in and out in under a minute. However, once I unravelled the epic manual aka the instructions (HOW can there be so many instructions to basically pee on a stick?) I sat and waited for the results to show. Hurry up I thought, so I can get back to my wine.

10 seconds…nothing. 15 seconds…nothing. 20 seconds…nothing. My breathing started to become shallow as I waited for what felt like forever for the results to appear.

‘Pregnant. 2-3 weeks’.

I rubbed my eyes and looked at the test again. Pregnant. Pregnant, pregnant, pregnant. WHAT???? I opened the bathroom door and shouted for Pete. He could hear the panic in my voice and looked at me. ‘You’re joking?’. The test does not lie. Trembling, I searched through the instructions to see how accurate these tests actually were. If you have a ‘pregnant’ reading, it’s basically over 99% certain. Oh. My. Goodness.

Pete actually jumped with joy, he was so excited by the news. If I’m honest I did not. I slid down the bathroom door, looking longingly at my cold, crisp glass of wine and begrudgingly passed it over to Pete to drink (he drank it in one…) I sat there for a few minutes in silence. ‘Aren’t you excited?’ Pete asked. I didn’t know. All I could think about was that there was a living thing inside of me and my body was about to change. I was now home to a little tiny human. Am I healthy enough? Was that sip of wine I had only a few moments ago going to do any harm? Have I eaten enough vegetables? I haven’t taken any folic acid, is that going to matter? My mind went out of control.

Then came the realisation that we were travelling over one hundred miles to Devon in the morning for my friend’s 30th. Oh no…what am I going to do? The reading on the test said 2-3 weeks, so I was far too early to tell anyone about the pregnancy. Also, there was going to be Prosecco. Lots of procecco ahhhhhhh! Boo to missing out on that and now panic over how I was going to get away with not drinking…

As I was staying at my friend’s house over that weekend, I called her (three pregnancy tests later…I just wanted to be extra sure…) to tell her the news. I had to tell someone else I was definitely not going to survive over the next couple of days. Again, like Pete, she was much more excited than I was at that moment in time. ‘Don’t worry, you can drink tonic water without the gin’ she reassured me. Sounds great. Tonic without gin. Whoop. Ummm…I guess it was something I was going to have to get used to.

Twin bump during the decond trimester

Twin bump during my second trimester

I felt like Miss Marple, slyly going to the bar to order a soft drink without anyone noticing (I had never experienced an alcohol-free trip to the pub before. I could now see why). All I could think about was the fact that there was a little fairy growing inside me. It made me permanently distracted. I couldn’t quite focus on anything. EEEEK we’re having a baby..?!

Now, I don’t know about you, but the first trimester feels like FOREVER… Waiting for week 12 to have your scan to confirm that you actually do have a little person inside of you is almost too much to bare! Also you have to hide the fact that you are feeling hideously nauseous and hungry all of the time. I was already starting to show too which made things even harder. Thank goodness for long scarfs and floaty tops.

Fast forward to week 8, we decided to pay for an early scan as I was meant to be travelling to France to help on a school residential, so I just wanted to make sure that everything was ok. Personally, it was the best £90 we have ever spent. The place was quiet, calm, the staff were lovely and it was extremely spacious. I felt at ease. ‘Mrs F, you can come through now’. Gulp. Here we go.

As I laid down on the bed and the sonographer covered my bloated belly with gel my heart started to beat out of my chest. This was it. This was the moment where we were going to find out if we had a little baby growing inside of me. She started moving the ‘thing’ (I’m no medic, I have no idea what that ‘thing’ is called) across my tummy and I think I stopped breathing. I couldn’t take the suspense. The room was silent in anticipation. Our eyes scanned across the screen to see if we could work out if anything was there. Just looked like shadows to me. Finally the sonographer spoke…

‘It’s very good news. There are two heartbeats…’

…huh? Our baby has two hearts?? I don’t u’nderstand.

‘You’re having TWINS!’

Twin bump during the second trimester

Twin bump growing fast

TWINS????????? Sorry, could you repeat that please? Do you mean two babies? As in one, two? TWO BABIES???! Pete went brighter than a tomato and almost fainted from the shock. I burst into fits of laughter and then could not stop giggling for the rest of the scan. There were two little heartbeats. Two little sacs. Two individual babies growing inside me. I cannot even begin to describe what a feeling that was.

But finally, I felt joy. I think it was because it was finally real. It was really happening. Pete and I were going to be parents. But not to one baby, to TWO. Wow. Mother nature, you really had us. I still felt like a teenager and now I was going to be responsible for two tiny humans in a few months time. Wow. Just wow.

What’s Your Pregnancy Story?

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