Super Mom

We returned today from a week's visit to see our youngest grandchildren, the twins! On the plane there were a number of babies, no twins, and I thought what a piece of cake it is to have only one.

 Our luggage was full of sweaters still fragrant with baby smells, and already we miss them so much!

What a week! These little guys have not even yet met their formal due date, but they are plump and gaining weight before our eyes, and each day we were there there were new milestones of development.

What we did was to be the competent old couple who did support duty. The dad, our son, was in the busiest period of his work life, negotiating the budget late into the nights for the state of Connecticut, so we were needed. Of course the most important thing was the feeding of these two greedy little physical beings. Super mom is breastfeeding!

One baby takes over the house. Two of them! Yikes! The living room is feeding central with a crib, changing station, and piles of tiny garments, diapers, and small cloths and blankets. Rarely are they ever sleeping at the same time: they are squirming and making constant small rooting noises, farting and belching.

And they are so appealing! A girl and a boy, they look quite different from each other, extremely cute. I spent hours just gazing at them.

But then, there was the laundry and the regular household stuff to do. Shopping, cooking for the lactating super mom, and best of all, just holding them, my heart full of babies and their fragrant milky smell. I have always known that children are the enemies of concentration, twins even more so.

Their mom is amazing! Right off the bat, she's confident and competent and accepts our help so graciously. Somehow, she finds time to read to each baby every day and find good humor in such homely things as bath time.

We are tired after being on such duty for a week. I would not trade that experience for anything. (What will these kids think of us when we are ninety?)