3 months...

Dear Noah,

today you are 3 months old. 

On June 18th I was told I would have a son. I will never forget the moment the doctor told me. I was by myself looking at the screen above my head when she told me. Back then you were only 18 weeks old. The screen was a puzzle of black and white  - back then all still a mystery to me. I watched the screen and cried. I only got back to Germany a week ago and adjusting to life here was difficult at the time but those few words made my day. 

From the moment I found out I was pregnant I had wanted a son. I remember sitting on my bed in my chinese appartment thinking of boys names and how you would look like. Your name - Noah - was my first choice and remained it throughout. During my pregnancy I had two strong encounters. Both linked to the name James. Both times it was something that guided me through the 9 months - during my time in China, my decision to leave and return back to Germany, during the 3 months I spent in hospital - all along giving me hope and strength. That´s why I chose James as your middle name. One day I will tell you the whole story. 

On November 26th you were born and although I did not get to see you until a day later I already knew you would make it. Make it out of the intensive care unit and into my arms. The second I saw you you entered my heart. You were so beautiful to me  - you still are. You are the boy who was too weak to drink a single drop on his first day and who does not seem to stop drinking now ; ) You are a fighter Noah and every day I am grateful that you are healthy.

Every week you grow more. You slowely start to smile and when you do my heart fills with love. I can not wait to see you grow up but I know the time will come too soon. Every mother tells me so.

Dear Noah, happy birthday my little prince. You are life. I love you with all my heart. 

Dear Nele,

today you are 3 months old.

I felt your kicks long before I could feel your brother move. You were bright, you were lively so I pictured you as a little dancer.

When you were born you were the tiniest thing I had ever seen but somehow I was not scared of holding you. Others were but I wasn´t. I knew I could not hurt you. While Noah was still in intensive care you and me held hands or hands and fingers - you were tiny but you were full of life.

The past 3 months have been challenging with you. You were colicky and I struggled. For days and weeks me and your grandmother tried our best to comfort you. Sometimes it worked. Now you are better and I hope it will continue like this.

Way before your brother you started smiling and every day you smile more. You have the most beautiful smile to me and I can not get enough of it. Knowing that you recognize, need and love me is the best feeling in the world. It makes up for all the hard work and long hours and stress.

Nele, to me you are beautiful. Every morning when I dress you I believe I have the most beautiful daugther in the world but I know every mother does.

I can not wait to see you growing up. To me you are full of life. With big eyes you observe the world around you and smile. Maybe you are an adventurer like me. I hope I can show you how big the world and how beautiful life is. 

Dear Nele, happy birthday my little angel. You are full of life. I love you deeply.

~ Always, Mummy.

Last week things seemed to have gotten easier. Mornings on my own when my mother goes to work did not bother me anymore. For the first time. Ever. Instead of greeting my mum at 2pm in my pjs I showered, got dressed, did my hair and put make up own. I felt good, I felt in charge, I felt at ease. It does not happen very often. It was BIG. THEN Nele slept through the night and although Noah didn´t it felt amazing and good and like another major step. I remember that I read  in a book that "one day you will wake up and feel a bit more normal again" and I thought: This me! I do feel a bit more normal today. BUT then the weekend came and somehow we were back to square one: Nele did not sleep through the night, in fact did not sleep at all but screamed, screamed and screamed. My parents and me went to have coffee with some family friends and Nele slept through it all but I spent the good afternoon carrying Noah with one arm while using to other to eat. Yesterday my sister and me then experienced another highlight when I had to carry Nele for what felt like 50 km through town cause she was screaming her lungs out lying in the pram. The pram. The pram always work. Voila: weekend of twin dramas. What the hell is going on?! Between tears and feeling hopeless I asked myself multiple times but there simply is no answer to this.

So for now, for me and us this is how it goes: There simply is no plan to this. I take every day as it comes. Some days are ok, last week was even good, some days I pray that I will make it till bedtime and then I pray that it will get easier and better. Nele screams and is restless for most of the day while Noah is calm and loves to look at the bears above his bed. But in the morning it only takes for me to call her name and Nele will put on the most amazing smile. When she is not screaming.she smiles. Smiles at her grandparents and aunts and the bears above her bed. She smiles until she puts a smile on everyones face. And for a brief moment I forget the troubles and insanity of it all.

My wonderfully terrible two: With you I rush and run and climb a thousand stairs every day and try my best to comfort you. You are  better than any diet, any exercise plan. With you I have lost 15kg already and am only 5kg away from my previous weight.

Noah 12 weeks

Nele 12 weeks

We <3 pink. ; )

This week...

"Cause when you smile the whole world stops and stares for a while" (Bruno Mars, The way you are)

Words of an honest mum...Part 2

"Another twin mum. Yeay. Nice to meet you."

"Yeah, nice to meet you too. ... So, how is it going?"

"Ehm. Yeah. Pretty exhausting ey?! I mean let's be honest...two kids...not so easy."

"Well I don't know. I find it easy to be honest...."

"???"

And so I hang up. Another twin mum - another story but EASY?! You have got to be kidding me. Maybe I suck at this, maybe I am making a thousand mistakes every week, maybe I am still learning to live with dirty diapers, milk and spit, maybe I am just tired but still: EASY??? I hang up knowing that I will never talk to this person again, that the person on the other end of the line is a thousand miles away from what I feel.

The last couple of weeks have been intense and  insane with both twins screaming until midnight, refusing to go to sleep, refusing to calm down...I have been on the edge multiple times and when I am not I am rushing around trying to organize their life - my life. I decided to do this by myself because it was the best for me and them at the time but being responsible for EVERYTHING makes you tired and hopeless and sometimes I shake my head and picture my life without them until I feel guilty and selfish. 

I went back to work this week, teaching one class per week and I loved it. I loved it although my students were annoying and lazy and hard work. I loved it cause for once I was someone else - someone I know and can count on. 

For 90 minutes I teach, help them with their homework, listen to their story - how much they dislike their teacher and what made their day. This is me. For 90 minutes I am in control again. I know what to do until  I go home to find two infants are screaming their lungs out refusing to sleep. With rings under my eyes getting bigger by the day I go home to find a very helpless me.

Sometimes everything seems to have changed. Maybe I have changed too. I have entered a new world but am still trying to find my way around it. But although  I am tired and lonely and exhausted I want to be a part of it: the mums club. Until now I suck at it. I suck cause it is hard to find people like me, people who adore their sons eyelashs or their daughters smile but more than often are too tired to pay attention to the beauty of it all. Mums who find themselves too busy to eat, sometimes too busy for anything but caring about their kids, who need time to get used to it, who are happy to go to work cause milk and diapers are just not enough for now. Instead I talk to super twin mum who does not seem real the second I hang up.

So I sit down and write. Words of an honest mum. Write down the fear and tiredness, hoping and waiting to meet more who share the same story.

Nele, 9 weeks

Noah, 9 weeks