Last week, I was forced to deal with vomiting, for my first time since I entered the grand world of Mommy-hood. And to think I thought spit up was gross. HA! I woke up at 5:45 bright and early to two little boys COVERED in vomit. Gross. We took 3 baths that day. Mommy got thrown up on twice and I chased them around with tupperware everytime I heard what sounded like possible regurgitation.
Talk about miserable. But, despite the throw up being gross and miserable to deal with it was even worse having two sick boys and one little peanut all seeming to need my attention at the same time. It was on of those days I realized that the 4 limbs that I have just wasn't enough. Normally, I carry on my day and am certain that I have limbs I didn't know about. Somehow, despite the obvious challenge my house stays clean, dinner gets cooked, diapers get changed, children get fed and bathed and at the end of the day I sigh...and ask myself how did that all get done?
But sick days are the worst. They tug at my heart strings. Two arms isn't enough to hug two boys at the same time and my lap just isn't big enough for them both to take a seat. On normal days...both are possible...sick days they simply won't allow it. There are 100 thousand things I love about having twins. THIS is the one thing I hate. I want to be able to nurture and care for them both at the same moment of need. I want to squeeze them both and give them every ounce of feel good mojo I can muster but when they won't share I can't. And as I am giving love to one I am feeling the pain of the other as he screams in desperation for a hug. Absolutely heartbreaking.
Sometimes two legs and two arms just isn't enough.
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