Good days and bad days

Good days can follow bad days just as bad days can follow good days.  There is no logic to this and I cannot predict what kind of day we are going to have.  Monday and Tuesday have been bad days.  Jens' parents were with me on Monday and Jens was home on Tuesday.  As me, Claes and Irene are all running around, mopping up sick, changing nappies, fixing bottles I turn to Irene and say "How do I do this alone?".  She replies that she has no idea and for the most part neither do I.  But then that was a bad day! Emilia has been sick so much the last two days and has not been able to relax.  Luckily, after Jens took them out for a late afternoon walk we got to the bottom of it.  Emilia has been constipated.  So we helped her go (which made her cry in pain) and she has been much better ever since.  Bless her!

Today is a good day (so far, it is 12.00) and my anxiety is just starting to wear off.  I fed the twins at 04.00 am and then we all went back to sleep until 07.15.  We then played, ate and got dressed before heading off on my usual walk - where the twins usually sleep the whole time.  But not today, nor have they slept the last few days so I think my routine needs to be changed.  Halfway around Eva was trying to sit up in the pram and Emilia was also awake and kept crying each time she dropped her dummy. After about 10 stops we finally got home where the twins had playtime, ate lunch and our now quietly relaxing in bed.  I dare not write that they are sleeping as the minute I do that one of them will start crying - guaranteed!

So I am able to sit in the kitchen, eat lunch and write this.  I doubt I will be able to fit in a coffee before the action starts again but you never know.  After all, this is my good day after two bad days and I am going to cherish every minute :)

Farmor with the twins

Tummy time :)

Emilia

Eva out in the garden

Emilia rooting for IFK