TWINS?!?

So,
I may have taken a small hiatus from the blog.

I had an excuse:

This beautiful ball of deliciousness entered our lives. On the blog, she will be Sweet P. :)















I don't know if you knew it was possible, but I had twins, two years apart. Don't believe me? Here's proof. Lets look at that picture again, shall we?

This is K.

This is P.

K

P

They seriously handed me the same child in the OR. Like, Seriously. Sweet P is on the left. K baby is on the right. Weird, huh?

K

P (obviously she's a better eater)

 Curious who they both look like? Here's a recent picture of K next to a picture of her daddy at the same age. Still curious? Yeah, me neither.

Did I mention P is a better eater? Yeah. That has been a HUGE blessing. 

Breastfeeding is hard. work. I don't know that people know how hard it is. 

In my first experience breastfeeding, K took 8 weeks to get back up to her birthweight after losing weight in the hospital (FYI weight loss is normal and expected in the hospital, most doctors expect baby will be back up to birthweight by 2 weeks). I was blessed with a fabulous pediatrician who never one time suggested I supplement or that I was failing because she wasn't gaining fast enough. She never lost weight. Don't get me wrong. She was thriving. She was just gaining slowly. We worked hard, I never knew it doesn't always have to be that hard. I just knew I loved and wanted to continue to breastfeed. We breastfed successfully for 13 months, and it was the most rewarding thing I've ever done. 

I had prepared myself to struggle again. I have big babies. Big babies tend to lose more in the hospital. P did not get that memo. She was BIG. She weighed 10 pounds 6 ounces. Most big babies have blood sugar issues. Not P. She was a champion eater from the get go. She was well above her birthweight before her 2 week appointment. Breastfeeding still was a struggle emotionally, and mentally, but we definitely didn't have the issues K did. Woah. This girl can eat.

I never knew two people could look so much alike and be so completely different. 

My first child was a serious baby. SERIOUS. She didn't smile about everything. She smiled, but it had to be worth smiling. She looked at everything and took everything in. She was serious about learning. Serious about life. Serious about talking. Serious about everything. I loved it. I still love it. Although she's a fun-loving, giggling, singing, dancing, funny toddler now, her serious has become shyness. She won't talk to just anyone. Even if she knows you she probably needs to warm up to you. Don't feel bad if she doesn't talk to you the first time you meet her. You're not alone.

 P is so quick to smile and flirt; I really don't know what to do with myself around her. She talks louder than K ever did. If she is happy, you know she is happy. If she is sad, you know she is sad. We had a rough first seven weeks, but those dark days have passed and she is a GREAT baby. She's totally okay when our routine gets screwy (heck, I don't know that you can call what we have a routine). She is a fun-loving, and openly happy baby. She just looks the same as her sister. It's still weird. 

I love being a family of four.

I'm blessed by the greatest husband ever. He is the only reason I stay afloat most days. He is a strong man who seeks to do what the Lord desires. I could not ask for more in a husband or a daddy. Seriously. You should know him. He's awesome. 

I love watching my girls become sweet sisters.

My sister is my best friend. I want my daughters to have the same thing: an automatic best friend in life. Someone who is nothing like you, but you love anyway. Someone who you can always call and cry with. Someone you can giggle with late into the night until your dad walks by and says, "Girls". Someone who you fight hard with, but love harder. THAT is what I want for my daughters. 

People always want to know what it is like with two. It is exactly where I want to be. We're keeping both.

I hope to blog again soon!
Thanks for reading!