Taking the girls out to the pumpkin patch and trick-or-treating got me thinking about how much things have changed in the past year.
I remember taking the girls to get pumpkins last year, really wanting to go and make those memories, but being so nervous to take them out of the house in the evening. We were just coming off of 12 or so brutal weeks of double colic and the 10 hour screaming sessions every night. Things had been improving, but J and I were both SO gunshy. Things went ok, only one bought of screaming in the car, but I remember feeling the strain of wondering if/when the real screaming would start.
Halloween night was much the same. We took the girls for a little “trick-or-treating” at the mall, which the girls mostly slept through, but there was still the looming threat of colic screaming.
That’s the thing with colic. It comes out of nowhere, for no particular reason, and lasts for weeks. In the great scope of things, it’s not that long a time, but it’s so stressful and nerve wracking. It can make you feel like a failure. It can test your sanity. I remember walking the girls in their stroller for HOURS every night, trying to get them to sleep, just for a little while, so that I could sleep and so that my mind could rest. I cried almost as much as they did. But then, just as mysteriously as it started, it stopped.
Things are so vastly different now, a year later. My once colicky new borne are happy, energetic toddlers who snuggle in their beds and tell us, “night night” when they go to sleep at night. They still cry, obviously, but briefly, and for clear reasons like skinned knees or stolen sippy cups. They ran around the pumpkin patch this year laughing, and loved going out trick-or-treating and wearing their costumes.
Having twins is so overwhelming during their first year. Everyone told me it would be, but there’s just no way to understand the intensity of it unless you’ve lived it. But it gets better and easier and infinitely more fun. If you’re sitting there reading this shell shocked from parenting colicky babies, you have my deepest sympathies. There is light at the end of the tunnel!