The Spencer Girls

Kari and I actually had a chance to sit and talk for a few minutes last night and we kept coming back to "You kind of did this to yourself." And that kept leading us back to "How could we have foreseen all of this: Twins, complications, etc." I think we still feel a little guilty about needing so much help and feel a little guilty and irresponsible. You would think that two adults should be able to take care of themselves. We have to keep reminding ourselves that if we had one more normal pregnancy instead of twins that we would have been able to swing it on our own (I think). I'm sure we still would have whined about loss of sleep and no time to ourselves, but it would have been a bit easier to deal with.

I don't know why, but we felt we needed to reiterate that, if only for our own benefit.

I didn't know how good I had it when I was just doing the night shift. The day shift is, without a doubt, more work. It is crazy all day long, especially now with everyone being sick. I always wondered why everyone was ready for bed at nine. Now I know. There is always someone who needs attention and most tasks are accomplished with a child in your arms. The last three days the big girls have been almost inconsolable. They are also much less patient with each other.

Reagan, like any little sister, is becoming very interested in what Rylee is doing at any given time and Rylee, like any big sister, would like Reagan to buzz off. I am reminded of Chad's and my relationship when we were young. Chad says that whatever toy I had at the time, I always made it look more fun than the toy that he had. Reagan is also very possessive of which ever parent is lying on the floor and will attempt to push Rylee off to achieve the prime snuggling position.

Last night I asked Kari, as we were lying in bed, "Are you afraid of waking up tomorrow?"

"Terrified."

Well we didn't have to wait that long to face the next shift, Rylee was up at 12:00, 2:00, 4:00, 5:00, and 6:00. Reagan was up at 4:00, 5:00, and 6:15. At 6:15 I gave up hope of any more sleep and got back to work. Today is Hilda's day off and while she still insists on helping out a little (she helped with breakfast, did some laundry, and some dishes) it is a lot more work. Fortunately, Rylee's temper is somewhat longer today. I hope that she is on the mend.