Attachment Parenting Experiences

...or, alternatively, learning to enjoy cleaning the same things up over and over all day long!

After surviving those first few sleep-deprived, live-in-a-fog months of twin motherhood, I thought I had it together. I was mastering the twin jedi arts of nursing two at once and wearing two babies at once, and was rebuilding my general mom ninja skills of easing teething discomforts, battling piles of diaper laundry, and getting babies to bed before 2:00 am. I was beginning to feel like a human again, like I was a pro at twin motherhood, and like the world was mine to conquer!

And then it happened. My little twin A, who just over a year ago had been a vernix-covered baby in my arms, took his first steps. Within a week, my baby B, my tiny girl, took hers.

When, after a long period of thinking we were done having children, we decided to try to conceive our fourth child, my husband and I quickly upgraded from a full to a king sized bed. After all, having coslept with all three of our older children had been a positive experience for us, and a sanity-saver for this breastfeeding mom! Two months later, when we found out I was carrying twins, we began to second guess our plans.