After 8 weeks on earth, two small people are emerging from the bundle of tears and demands, totally different from each other. There is now an advantage to having tw0- they are seldom grief-stricken at the same time, and so I don’t fall into the erroneous statistical assumption that since 100 % of my babies are grumpy, I breed grumpy babies. The exception is when they are getting stabbed in the head or their fat little thighs with a great big needle, but then there’s no need to wonder what the trouble might be- the need for a diagnosis is what bothers me, rather than the tears themselves.
I am also feeling slightly more human. We have instituted a shift system which allows me to sleep from 9-1 or thereabouts, which on top of an afternoon nap makes me relatively well rested. I now feel like a normal tired person who went to bed too late and got up too early, rather than a cognitively defective zombie who cannot stand the madness and cannot imagine it will ever end.
And, at last, there is an element of predictability in our lives- they go to bed at about 7 and sleep until around midnight, allowing us to tentatively re-enter the social market. Though I miss my sleep shift, it seems a small price to pay for staying up with the grownups and talking about the cognitive capacities of the octopus and Andean treks instead of infants and their excretions.