When the twins were little I adored being stopped in the street by everyone who wanted to comment on my beautiful babies. So much so that I grew resentful when I would leave the house and people wouldn’t approach me in the street. I think I became a little obsessive as I felt people simply had to comment on how well I was doing and how gorgeous the little ones were and in retrospect I do apologise to anyone whose ankles I clipped with my double buggy in order to get your attention.
I also loved the fabulously intrusive comments and downright daft comments I would receive from people. Just for the record folks boys have a willy and girls don’t so therefore they cannot be identical.
Five presumptions most people make about me and the twins are:
1. The twins were born prematurely
Nope they were far too comfy and I had to boot them out at 38 weeks by means of induction. I couldn’t stand up without fear of my belly dragging me over.
2. They were born by C section
Correct, but it was an emergency I did have a crack at pushing, it bloody hurt as well! – my mum had a natural delivery with twins – it is possible.
3. They weren’t breastfed
True – but I tried and couldn’t get them to latch on. Mummies of twins can (and do) breastfeed.
4. My Grandma must be mum to twins
See point 2. – It doesn’t skip a blooming generation. Thanks to whoever started spreading that rumour!
5. I have the perfect family, one of each
What would people had said if I had two boys? “Better luck next time” or “C’mon woman get back in the bedroom and try harder next time!”
6. You must be Superwoman to cope with twins
It’s true; I am often seen with my knickers on top of my trousers and a small child masquerading as a cape swinging from my shoulders
This quick post was inspired today by a rather funny video, check it out at twin mums - it will make you laugh