Life with Irish Twins

Noun. Irish twin (plural Irish twins) (rare, slang, offensive) Either of a pair of siblings born less than 12 months apart, especially if born within the same calendar year or school year or born one year apart.


As I sit and write this blog post, I have a puke stain on my shirt, my hair in a messy ponytail, one baby napping in crib, one baby napping on me, and a cold cup of coffee resting beside me…this scenario has become all too familiar the past 9 months. When we welcomed Jayce into our lives 9 months ago (how has it been 9 months already??), it was an exciting and scary time. What made our situation more unique is the fact I was pregnant with Everly. Pregnant while caring for a newborn – not a situation most can relate to. My pregnancy came with lots of sickness, and a few complications (that’s a whole other blog post), but before we knew it Everly entered the world and I have never felt more blessed in my entire life. I was thankful Drew was able to take an additional two weeks off once Evie and I were released from hospital to help with the transition at home. I remember thinking multiple times throughout those two weeks that I had absolutely no clue how I was going to manage this on my own once Drew returned to work.


My first week alone seemed like the longest week of my life. There always seemed to be someone crying (and not just the babies). Jayce also couldn’t understand why this little human, who was taking so much of his Mom’s attention, didn’t go back where she came from. Everly loved to nurse and be held, and would rarely be content in her swing or lying on the floor. Jayce had started crawling at this point and was getting into everything. To make things more difficult, he was becoming the biggest Mama suck and wanted to be held and played with at all times. There was always a bum to be changed, a baby to be comforted or fed, a nap to be put down for, laundry to be done, a house to be cleaned, or an appointment to attend. I often felt like I was drowning in the chaos, and was failing as a Mom. I had dreamed for so long of having a beautiful family…and right before my eyes, I had these two beautiful, precious babies who I loved so deeply – yet, I was so mentally, emotionally and physically exhausted that I felt like I wasn’t enjoying this moment as much as I had imagined. I never once complained in fear that I would come across as ungrateful, or worse – that I couldn’t handle it. I wouldn’t accept help because I wanted to prove that I was Super Mom and could do it all on my own. When I look back now I realize how silly and unhealthy that way of thinking truly was.


Raising two babies whom are 5 months a part does not come without its challenges. Raising children in general, regardless of their age gap, comes with its share of struggles. But honestly, nothing has brought me more joy than seeing them interact with each other. I’ve learned so much about myself these past few months, and although the daily chaos is still alive and well, it’s become more manageable. I have established a good routine (one that I wish didn’t have to start at 5am), I’m back at the gym with two babies in tow (which is a workout in itself), and I’ve learned to take a few minutes to myself everyday (even if that means I can hear two babies crying for Mom)., and I’ve also learned to accept a little bit of help (this one has been the hardest lesson thus far). When your Mother-in-law offers to stop by with a coffee and play with Jayce so you can run an errand or nurse your other baby in peace – you say YES! Or when your sister offers to join you at a medical appointment to help – you say YES! And when your best friend offers to watch your babies so you can run and grab a few groceries for supper – you say YES! I truly was doing myself a disservice not accepting the help that was right in front me. I’ve learned since then that accepting a little bit of help doesn’t make me any less of a Mom.


There are some hard days, but so many amazing days. I often catch myself smiling when I look back in the rear view mirror while driving and see two car seats, filled with two babies…two babies?! How in the world did I get so lucky? Even though a “night out” usually includes me grocery shopping, and even though I don’t see a hot, sunny, tropical (kid less) beach vacation in my near future, I’ve never been more content in my entire life. It may take us an hour to leave the house but I’ve learned to embrace the chaos, accept help, and not to stress about keeping my house tidy all the time. I look forward to sharing more about our crazy, beautiful life – but until then, I’ll be busy trying to keep Jayce from pulling his sisters hair and teaching Everly she can in fact have a good sleep in her crib, and not on me!

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