Self-Care and Community
When I had our twins I felt like someone dropped me in the middle of the ocean. With cement shoes. Not only was I a young mom, but a young mom of multiples who had no clue what I was doing. And the worst part of it, I felt like no one else in the whole world could relate to me. No one else knew what it was like trying to feed two screaming newborns at once. No one else knew the absolute exhaustion you feel. Your hormones fluctuating in your veins, your eye lids so heavy that you would give anything for just five minutes of rest. And of course that new mom feeling where you think every cry means you screwed something up. Now I wasn't completely naive. Deep down I knew I wasn't the first 23 year old to have twins. But at the time not only did I feel like it, but I was the first one in my family and friend circle that did have two babes. Speaking of circles. Mine was really small at the time. Most my friends at the time were just graduating college, getting into the workforce,