Monday, April 26, 2010
They ganged up on me this weekend. Bullies.
It was Friday night. We had just finished feeding babies and Scott left to go help his Mom. I was burping Grace when someone flipped the switch from calm and peaceful to SCREAMING CRYING MADHOUSE.
It started with Grace. She was very obviously in pain, but I couldn't figure out what was wrong.
I'm trying all of my soothing tricks: burp her, pat her, hang her by her toes. Nothing's working.
But I got this. I'm a determined woman. I can figure out what's wrong.
Cue Claire crying.
This is where parenting twins really has its disadvantages.
With Grace in tow, I check on Claire. Grace still crying in my arms, Claire crying in the crib. Think, Katie, think. I can do this. I can figure out how to soothe both girls. I got it. MUST. GROW. MORE. ARMS.
I try to put Grace down. BAD idea. I try to put in Claire's binky. WRONG choice.
So, with only two hands and no good ideas left, I do the only thing a good Mom would do. I call mine.
She, being cool, calm and collected, instructs me to put Grace down while I put Claire in the swing. The swing calms Claire. I calm Grace.
Twenty minutes later, the girls are sleeping in their crib. And I'm crashed on the bed. Face down. Exhausted. TGIF.