Most of the time, this is what our nights look like. The babies wake, eat and then we all stare at one another for an hour or so until one and then all of us falls asleep .We turn on the TV and watch bad television and good television, the beginnings of old movies, the ends of new ones. I nurse one baby and she falls asleep, mix bottles for the other. In the kitchen there's an assembly line of of pre-measured formula powder and clean Dr. Browns. My mom worked in a biology lab in college and has her bottle prep down to a science. She kisses me goodnight and away we go...
Someday all of this will be a blur. I know that because I've been down this road before. And even though it's after 4am and I'm typing this through glazed eyes, surrounded by two dueling three-hour alarm clocks, I'm kind of enjoying these first weeks. Because for every two tiny babies keeping me up all night are two seemingly humongous children standing over them in the morning.
Because soon this will be this and I'll be watching Project Hannah and Her Pretty Shore while the babes are tucked away in beds of their own. Beds that aren't my lap or my chest or a Boppy pillow on the couch in a living room surrounded by burp cloths, bottles and Tim Gunn and that will be a little bit sad.