We have much to be thankful for this holiday season. We have our health (mostly). We have wonderful family, both near and far. We have food and a roof over our heads. We also have three amazing little boys who light up our lives in more ways than we could ever have imagined.
Since we’ve had the twins, and even since Thad came along, our lives have changed and become more complicated and busy in ways we didn’t even know existed. When you’re a party of two and you don’t really have much to worry about, save a few fur babies, life is a breeze. You can go out to dinner when you want. You can drop everything to meet up with friends, go for a run/surf/bike/hike. You can do whatever you want, whenever you want.
Once little people join your life — all that stops. Life suddenly revolves around them. No matter how much you promise each other that “life won’t change,” “we’ll still be fun and flexible,” or “we’ll take the kids anywhere!” — nap schedules and feedings prevail.
Don’t be fooled. Missing out on your old life doesn’t mean that life has slowed down at all.
A few weekends ago Mark looked at me amidst all of our crazy, and said, “It doesn’t stop.” No, not really, I said. It doesn’t.
Even though we may not really leave the house for anything fun, we’re running circles at home trying to keep up with feeding one kid or another (or all three), diapers, puzzles, laundry, vacuuming, dishes or bathing a kid/dog/ourselves. It’s exhausting just writing about it… Because it doesn’t stop at night either. It’s an around the clock job.
On Friday I took the twins to the doctor because over last week they developed a cough that was getting worse by the day. And though it feels like they’ve been here forever, they’re only 11 weeks old and I should follow my instinct and look into things that don’t sound right for 11 week old babies, no matter how hearty they may seem.
Turns out they have a virus that attacks their respiratory system and the doctor said it would get worse before it gets better. Unfortunately they have a cough that sounds more like hacking than a cough… And there’s nothing to do except let it pass.
Since we live in a smaller, older home, they’ve been sleeping in a bassinet and travel crib in my living room at night… Which is where the Christmas tree was.
That’s right. We took it down. Four days before Christmas we took down our tree and I’ve never been happier.
Here’s the reasoning. Mark had some pretty intense allergies and he felt stuffier on the nights he spent helping with the babies, which means he was having an allergic reaction to the tree. Since I’m not sure how the twins are with allergens yet, and they have this terrible hacking cough, taking the tree down was really a no-brainer.
While their cough is getting worse like the doctor said it would, I’ve never felt less stressed about a holiday before. Having that large tree in the same room as my babies’ sleeping room was too much for this year. It filled a space we didn’t need filled. And crazy enough, now that it’s gone, I feel like I have space. Not just physical, but mental and emotional too. Now I can simply look out my window and enjoy the lights across the street and slow it down, even if just a little.