Thank You God For Not Giving Us Triplets!

I spent 3 days in the hospital after the boys were born. During those 3 days, someone else basically took care of the boys (feeding, diapering, etc) and now we were driving them home. The drive home was very surreal, we were taking our boys home with us and they were ours and we were expected to know what to do next!!

I'm still amazed at the instinct that kicked in when it came to diapering, holding, feeding, etc. There was a lot we didn't know; but their basic needs, in those first few months, we were able to take care of.

We had arranged with our parents to come help us with the boys. They were, of course, very excited about doing this. My parents were the first to arrive. The problem was, my mother was not able to get to our house until the Friday after the boys were born. We took them home on Thursday!

Talk about nervous! I had some experience with babies from babysitting. But Steve .... His total sum of experience with babies, was holding one once! And now, here we were on our own with these two wonderful little boys - for one night!!

While I had been in the hospital, Steve had been very busy at home. He had the cribs ready, the changing table area ready (both upstairs and down). He had the bassinets ready. It was amazing the amount of stuff he had gotten done in 3 days!

The last couple days I had been working on "trying" to breastfeed the boys. Simply put, this didn't work too well. The day we brought them home, Logan slept all day long and never ate until we got home. Alec was doing fine with breastfeeding, but Logan .... As soon as we got home, Logan was hungry. I feed him for a half hour straight. Then, of course, it was Alec's turn!! Breastfeeding my twins is a story in and of itself! That first night we ended up supplementing both boys with formula and sugar water.

The first night was awful. We were both very tired: me from the whole hospital stay and Steve from: working, visiting me and getting the house ready! We ate dinner at some point and got the boys down and got ourselves down. Then, of course, a couple hours later - up with the boys. They were both awake, wet and hungry. I tried breastfeeding them at the same time - not working. Steve took one (still crying) and walked around with him while I fed the other one. Steve came back about 15 minutes later and said that he just didn't know what to do and handed the other baby off to me. So there I sat with both babies and I said a little prayer, "Thank you God for not giving us Triplets"! The next morning Steve admitted that he had said the same prayer at some point that night also! We had a good laugh at this and said another prayer, "Thank you God for our parents arriving to help us"!

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