So Im at Target today doing a little Santa shopping for my four-year-old, Elby (luckily shes not one of those super advanced four-year-olds you hear people brag about who can already read – otherwise I couldnt even write this column) when it occurred to me that… horrors…
Ever wondered what’s it like inside the mind of a four-year-old? Here’s a typical day: 4:30 a.m.HmmIm half awake. It would be so much cozier in Mommy and Daddys bed – right smack between them where I can make my body seem almost twice as big, and Mommy and Daddy can pretty much kiss the rest of their sleep goodbye.
When people hear that I have twins, one of the first questions I’m usually asked is, “Do you have family around to help you?” The answer to that question is like one of the relationship status options on Facebook: It’s complicated. Although my mother and stepfather live nearby, I haven’t spoken to them since Elby turned two. My mom bought her only grandchild a tricycle at that birthday but she’s never seen her ride it. Since Elby will be five in November, shes long since grown out of the three-wheeler phase and now has a big girl bike she rides everywhere but her trike still resides in the garage waiting patiently for the twins.
My sister-in-law just had a baby and she had four hours of labor, pushed for one hour (with seven minutes between contractions so she could rest) while talking to her doctor and holding her husbands hand, and her beautiful baby boy slid out like a tiny miracle. Everything was perfect. Ive had two C-sections.