If my twins had made it full term to their due date, today they would be one day old. They are three weeks old, and sometimes it seems they have been with me forever, and others I feel like I was just at the hospital delivering them and going through that experience.



At my first Twins Club meeting tonight after the babies have arrived, I am placed in the round table discussion labeled 'Expecting to 6 months. The mother who's baby boys are 5 1/2 months seems the expert at the table. They all assure me andd reinforce my confidence that there is hope, my milk flow will increase, pumping makes you a slave now, but is worth it for the health of your precious ones in the long run, they will begin 'sleeping through the night' or at least for longer than 2 hours stretches (at that if I'm lucky) at a time. There is hope.



I remind my self this phase is only temporary. I will not always be so physically and mentally drained. 'This phase is gonna fly by, so try and just hold on, cause it won't be like this for long.' The theme song and song on my Myspace page replays itself over and over in my head. Like a mantra.