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Fur Babies and premature babies. Do they go together?

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Fur Babies and premature babies. Do they go together?

I appear to be known in my friendship circle as the crazy cat 🐈 lady. I hold this title proud and Love all animals big and small. I did have 4 gorgeous Cats however, this weekend saw the unexpected death of one of my fur babies. I rescued him and his litter brother when they were 6 weeks old and loved them very much. All my kitty cats are rescues. Sadly, Paddy passed away from a suspected stroke and joined max his litter brother at the rainbow bridge. I was devastated and even tried mouth to mouth but to no avail. Now, some people may wonder why the death of ‘Just a cat’ could cause so much upset and heartbreak when there are so many different bad things happening in the world at this very moment. Or even when I have been there beside Lewis and Logan when they have been very near death, why would the death of an animal upset me so much. Well I shall tell you.

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Paddy & Max

Even as a child I loved our furry friends. My mother always told me to never trust anyone who didn’t like animals as it spoke a lot to their character. As I grew up I adjusted this slightly as there are many people who do not like animals but would never wish them harm. So as long as you couldn’t hurt an innocent animal then I could trust you.

My fur babies have always been seen as and treated as members of our family. We tried for 10 years to have children and through every failed attempt of IUI, IVF or every month when that pregnancy test said negative I had my fur babies to comfort me. They could always tell if I was sad. Paddy would come and give me a head bop settle on my lap and purr away even if his fur was damp with my tears he would never leave my side. When we were lucky enough to become pregnant, Paddy seemed to instinctively know and would cuddle in on my tum. The first Time I felt the boys kick it was were Paddy was lying on top of me and he obviously felt something too as he looked at me like ‘what the hell was that? ‘

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The amount of people who expected me to re-home my cats when I was pregnant astonished me and I soon discovered many people have a fear of pets especially cats with young infants. When the boys arrived 15 weeks early then even more people approached me and said ‘so who will take the Cats for you when the boys come home?’ The look of disgust I would get is unexplainable.

Preemies are at higher risk of having respiratory issues such as chronic lung disease or asthma. Both of which my boys have. The negative comments I received after explaining I has no intention of re-homing any of my pets included, you will give the boys a higher chance of allergies, do you want your children to have asthma? I had already done some research into this area and found that by having a pet in the home I was likely to reduce the boys risk of developing a pet allergy as they will have been exposed to the proteins that are found in the pets dander and saliva at an early age and will build an immunity to it. Figures show that out of the 60% of families with premature children that have pets only 6% of the children become allergic to their pets.

Paddy chilling with his ‘baldy’ brothers

Asthma has caused more debate however, recent figures also show that pet ownership does not increase the risk of adults or children becoming asthmatic. Also, asthmatics can have pets. They just follow some simple rules in order to ensure pets are not the cause of any asthmatic flare ups. This we already knew as my husband developed asthma as a child. There are plenty of things to try before re-homing a beloved pet because of asthma such as hoovering often, cleaning hardwood floors, keep pets out of bedrooms, change bed linen frequently, keep pet Well groomed and not allowing the children to change the litter trays. To me this is all common sense and should be done anyway even if you do not have a pet.

It is well documented that Cats can also bring a health benefit to the adults in the home.

• Cats are low maintenance and petting a cat can have a calming effect of adults. This helps ease stress, lessen anxieties and reduce blood pressure.

• Studies show that cat guardians are less likely to suffer from a stroke compared to guardians of other pets.

• The therapeutic benefits extend to both adults and children. In adults, the calming experience of petting a cat releases a hormone called oxytocin which is known for inducing feelings of love and trust. A cat does not judge so allows for a person to speak freely or grieve. Almost like a free therapy session. In children, studies have shown that Cats can help children with autism be less anxious, and calmer.

• Adults also get a boost of their immune system.

• Cat guardians have a 30-40% less chance of having heart disease or a heart attack compared to their non cat guardian companions.

Paddy purring and cuddling into his mummy after I had broken my humerus. I was crying and in a lot of pain and he never left my side.

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l of this in mind, yes I will grieve for the loss of a big part of my family. Paddy taught my boys what the words nice and gentle meant. They would clap him – with supervision of course, and I would repeat the words over and over whilst moving their hands. Now when they come across any furry creature and wish to pet them all I say are those 2 words. Nice and gentle and the boys will make an awww sound and pet gently. My boys can’t speak and don’t understand simple language such as yes, no or stay, yet they know and understand how to be kind to an animal. It was Paddy who taught them that.

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Jess my Aunts German Shepherd looking over the boys whilst they have a bath. She and the boys have a wonderful relationship stemming from what Paddy has taught them.

So in reply to my original question. Do fur babies and premature babies go together? Yes of course they do. Just use common sense, never leave any pet alone with your children and keep your home as clean as you can. All things people already do. Before you rush out and adopt a pet make sure that you have the commitment there that if you become pregnant you will find a way to make it work and keep everyone safe. It is a very doable task. With so many pets in shelters awaiting their furrever home I would always recommend adopting and not shopping. My cats have not only taught my boys social skills but have helped boost their immunity as well as encourage them developmentally. I loved growing up with my furry family and I hope my boys will grow up with the same love and kindness in their hearts.

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I hope you are running free over the rainbow bridge playing and cuddling with your brother Max.

I love you Paddy cat. Thank you for being such a kind and wonderful fur baby. I will miss you always. Big kisses and cuddles. Mum. Xx

I’m No Superwoman

Another twin mamma doing her thing and smashing it with the help of her loved ones for support.

beauty in grey days

Lots of friends and family say thing like “twins, I don’t know how you do it”or “twins, I can’t imagine”. I’ll tell you exactly how I do it, and spoiler alert, I’m not a one woman show. I will say this…I don’t mind patting myself on the back for choosing the best partner imaginable, but other than that, I am just fortunate.

My husband, my rock, scored a job that allows him to work from home. Now, Marv does have to do a little travel and has appointments that take him away from home, but it isn’t often, and when he’s home, he’s amazing. His mama raised him right. Marv does everything for the babies and he even washes my pump parts and all of the baby bottles at the end of the day. He actually has a very sweet bath time ritual for the boys, and I love that…

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Mummy wins vs Mummy fails

It was this time 3 years ago that my hubby and I announced our very long awaited pregnancy news and for it to be twin news we were just taken aback. I was very much at the stage where I never thought I would be lucky enough to become pregnant with 1 child and here we were announcing 2!

In my short time as a mum I have experienced my fair share of high five Mummy win moments and I have also experienced the epic mummy fails. These are all part of the journey to parenthood. Wins and fails alike should be celebrated pretty much because it shows at least we are trying. Ironically, it’s more likely to be the fails that allow us to bond with other parents with the mantra ‘there is no such thing as a perfect parent’.

On social media pages such as Facebook and Pinterest you will find the perfect parent brigade in their masses telling and showing us all of their Mary Poppins style ideas that they have done with their children already that day and it’s only 10am. Whereas, I’m very lucky if I have fed my boys and changed them out of their pj’s by that time in the morning. 😃 Sometimes though, their ideas just might work for us normal folk.

At the weekend I decided I wanted to do something different for my boys lunch rather than the mundane routine of our norm. I had seen a few different posts about chopping up hot dogs and spiking them with uncooked spaghetti. Well you would never believe it but it actually worked! I did mix in a little tomato ketchup so it wasn’t as dry but my boys loved it. I was met with a chorus of Yums and mmmmm’s as they were eating it. It sounds sad I know but usually with toddlers most of their food ends up on the floor. Not one bite of this simple lunch was spoiled. To say I was Well chuffed is a bit of an understatement. My husband even gave me a high 5! I took it, I didn’t know or care if there was a sarcastic undertone to it. I was and still am delighted.

Now for this one win I have had my share of fails, including the good old initiation of being peed, poohed or vomited on! Just the day before my epic 😃lunch idea the boys and I were attending a fellow twin mums boys birthday party. I was semi-prepared as I had bought the boys their cards presents and even wrapping paper. I’m a gift bag kinda gal but thought to myself ‘no, I’m gonna do it right’! Of course I did leave writing the cards and wrapping the presents until last minute which turns out to be another notch in my fail column. Most twin mums are disappointed if their twins share a birthday card, it personally does t bother me but can see their point. The children may be twins but they are 2 individuals and as such deserve to have their own card, after all they already have to share their birthday with each other. I bought the boys 2 matching cards. I didn’t initially pick up 2 identical cards then thought I’ll get them different cards but have a matching theme. So Both had peppa pig cards. Turns out I should have stuck with the 2 identical cards. We were already running late so no time to nip to shop and correct my mistake. Luckily for me my friend laughed and understood my mistake.

Even in my personal life I have experienced the wins and fails of life. Doesn’t all come down to whether you have kids or not. You can be a numpty whether you are a mum or not. Last week I had one such occasion where it started out a win, quickly turned into a painful fail but then turned itself around into a win again. I thought to myself since I was going back to work I would put on a charcoal face mask and use the charcoal powder to whiten my teeth. I did not know the face mask is only supposed to be used on the t-zone area! So during a live Facebook broadcast I took the mask off and let’s just say I’m lucky I have any eyebrows left! Positive though is my skin looked amazing.

Life is all taken very seriously nowadays. We should celebrate the little things and laugh at the failures. At the end of the day it is through our failures we learn and become a better person. Let me know what wins or fails you have experienced. It might just make one person feel better about their day.

Stay Cool

Scottish Twin Mamma

Xxxxx

What not to say to a parent whilst their baby is in the NICU

I am by nature a very romantic person. I always dreamed of my big white wedding and having 3 kids. 2 girls 1 boy. I dreamed of everything just short of a white picket fence. Now being a grown up I knew that life isn’t like a romantic movie and we don’t always get everything that we dreamed of, somehow though I always thought that certain aspects of each dream would come true.

I always wanted to spend time getting the nursery ready for my child and having all of my family together for my baby shower. I had visions of leaving the hospital loaded with my gorgeous wee baby, multiple balloons and gift bags that eager and generous family and family had brought with them to visit my cherub. Coming home to a full house decorated with balloons and bunting to celebrate this new tiny life we had brought into the world. As with any mother to be, I also had my birth plan already in my head waiting to discuss it with the midwives. Turns out the universe had other plans for this girl who lived in a romantic bubble. After 10 years of various fertility treatments we finally conceived who would turn out to be our 2 wee miracle babies. After a very complicated pregnancy. The boys were thrown into the world at Just 25 weeks gestation. I always joked that I had to wait 10 years for them but the wee to-rags couldn’t wait 9 months on me. I had to leave the hospital 3 days after their birth with no babies, no car seats, no flowers, no balloons, no gift bags, no full house, no decorations and certainly no celebrating. My heart was broken, I didn’t want to leave my boys behind in the hospital. I wanted them to be with me, I was their mother and they should be with me and my husband. After the boys fight in the NICU they finally came home. Yet still no balloons etc. They didn’t even come home on the same day. It was as if the world had made it its mission to turn everything upside down.

Throughout these months there were many comments made to me and I can guarantee you each and every single comment came from a good place. A place of love and compassion. It’s just as humans our words tend to fail us at times of worry and grief. So either the wrong thing is said or worse. Nothing is said at all.

So I have compiled a list of things that you should never say to a parent who’s child is in the NICU. This list is not exhaustive by any means, if there is anything you feel that should be added then please feel to leave a comment and tell me what else should be there.

  1. At least he will be smaller for longer and you get to have a cute newborn for longer than other parents.’ I genuinely didn’t know how to respond to this one. But I could tell you one thing. I’d have given anything to have my boys born at a regular newborn size. That would have meant my boys were born at term and most probably healthy.
  2. ‘Oh, they just couldn’t wait to meet their mummy and daddy’ now as I said earlier, I have joked about the 10 years 9 months ratio before but really until you have watched your baby turn blue because they don’t know how to breathe by themselves yet then you will never know how hard it is to hear. They are basically saying your baby chose to fight for his life so he could just nip out and say hello.
  3. “You can’t keep wrapping them up in cotton wool’ Boy I heard this Time and Time again. Especially in the early months when the boys were on oxygen, now it seems to be rearing it’s ugly head again now they are nearly 3. As with any parent I will always put my children first. Yet people seem so shocked when you change plans at the last minute due to the wee ones being sick or refusing to go to a party where there are sick people just in case my boys get ill. If I hear one more Time ‘it’s just a cold’ I swear I will scream. “Just a cold’ could lead to breathing issues such as RSV, which could lead to my boys being incubated with a machine breathing for them, which could lead to death. So no, to a preemie mum, there is no such bloody thing as ‘Just a cold’
  4. “Don’t worry, everything will be ok’ As with most comments on this list, this is said from a good hopeful place. That being said they can also brush aside the very real fears that parents face. Nothing can prepare you for the first time you see your precious little bundle with more tubes coming out of their body than you thought could ever be possible.
  5. ‘I take it you are breastfeeding?’ This one was a very sore topic for me. I felt like a big enough failure that I couldn’t get pregnant without help, then I could make it full term, but to then be told I was not allowed to breastfeed after the nurses made such a big deal to tell me how important it was for my sons that they be given breast milk just made me feel so so low and like the biggest failure ever. I thought maybe I wasn’t supposed to be a mother after all. I still feel tremendous guilt over this to this day. I know deep down that a fed baby is best. I also opted for donor breast milk to give my boys the start I felt they deserved. I didn’t want them to be punished for my failures. It will take a very long time, if ever for me to completely forgive myself. So please, don’t ever just assume. Unless you know the circumstances, don’t ever just assume.
  6. “Wow, 1lb 7 and 1lb 11? You must have just sneezed and they popped out? You are so lucky you didn’t have to give to birth to 2 full size babies!’ I still find it difficult to see this comment as anything other than insensitive. Actually, this comment makes me want to scream. WTAF?????
  7. “At least you got to miss that really big uncomfortable stage’ I would have given my right eye to be big sore and uncomfortable to stop my boys from know the pain of needles and tests before they knew the touch and cuddle of their mum.
  8. “At least you get to go home and get a good night sleep.’ You never want to leave your baby in the hospital but sleep? Hell, when or if I ever get a good nights sleep again I will let you know.
  9. “When will the boys be normal and catch up with other kids their age?’ What is normal anyway? How dare you say my boys aren’t normal. Like any child they will do things in their own time. I will love them unconditionally no matter what their developmental age is. There are no crystal ball, NICU babies progress over the years at their own rate. The fact that they are alive and breathing is miracle enough. They will reach their own milestones in their own time.

10.Thank god that is over and done with.’ We are nearly 3 years down the line now and our journey still isn’t over. Many people assume that once baby is home that the NICU is a distant memory. However, many preemie babies are often left with long term health difficulties. Some of these will resolve over time, but many can be life long complications. The boys are at this stage just now. Many people feel they should be just like their peers and I have even been told to my face that the boys aren’t anything special. They are children and all children are special. I agree all children are special but not all children have had to face the uphill battles like my boys so yeah my boys are god damn special. We will be dealing with health issues due to their Prematurity for many more years to come if not forever. Our lives have been changed so much by having the boys and the likelihood is we will need to adapt and change our lives to suit our boys forever. Do you know what? I wouldn’t change the boys for all the tea in China.

Instead maybe say congratulations, celebrate the birth of a new life. Don’t be scared to do this because you fear the wee baby might not make it. As true as it is that not every baby makes it home from the NICU it is important to remember that every baby deserves to be celebrated. If you don’t know what to say, just say that. Don’t stay silent or worse say something that could be deemed as insensitive. Tell your friends you will be there for them whenever they want to talk. Make them a dinner for coming home from the hospital or offer to help with housework. Let them know that they are the most important people in their babies lives.

I wouldn’t wish our NICU journey on our worst enemy. If someone you know is currently going through their own NICU journey have a thought about what I have written above.

Stay Cool.

Scottish Twin Mamma

World Prematurity Day 17th November 2017 — Triggering PTSD

Today is a very significant day for parents of premature babies world wide. As with many health issues you can find support groups on social media platforms such as Facebook etc personally I am a member of a few groups aimed towards anxiety, premature birth and multiple birth. It is a well known fact that multiple births are high risk pregnancies and a high percentage end with the babies being born early. Usually the more babies are there, the earlier the babies are born. What isn’t discussed as often is Singleton babies born too soon. According to The World Health Organisation (WHO) there are sub-categories of pre-term birth, based on gestational age.

  • Moderate – late preterm (32 to <37 weeks)
  • Very preterm (28-<32 weeks)
  • Extremely preterm Aka micro preemie (<28 weeks)

My boys were born at 25 weeks gestation. Lewis was 1lb 7ozs. (652grams) Logan was 1lb 11ozs (765grams)

Of the 1 million preterm babies who die every year it has been reported the 3/4 of these babies could have been saved if they had access to proven and usually inexpensive care, such as warmth, breastfeeding support and basic medical care for breathing difficulties and infections. Just let that sink in. 3/4 million babies could be saved every year. That one statistic is enough to prove raising awareness of preterm birth is essential. By raising awareness we are able to raise funding that can go towards research to prevent as many preterm births as possible. Although, as a preemie mum it can be so so difficult to see all the pictures of tiny babies with breathing tubes fighting for their life in incubators I understand the importance of getting those images and stories out there. If you read blogs or articles that take you through someone’s NICU journey you will find most of the mums state that they had very little knowledge of preterm birth and it’s causes.

My case was a bit different however, I grew up knowing that the miracles of science could save a baby born so early. My older brother was born at 26 weeks gestation in 1977. The doctors didn’t give him a real chance of survival. He weighed less than a bag of sugar. He is now 40 years old with his own family. My poor mum then went into labour with me around the same gestation, however, this time they knew that there was a chance of this happening so she had been monitored very closely throughout her pregnancy. So with some medical interventions I lasted until mum was 30 weeks pregnant. It was always thought that spontaneous preterm labour was not heredity, yet recently WHO have stared there could be a family link.

I have tried to speak about my experiences of preterm birth with my boys in this blog but I have successfully managed to avoid my personal feelings and speak more about the facts. This has been one of my biggest personal demons. I’m like an emu. When life is stressful I put the biggest smile on my face, pretend to the world that everything is A-ok and bury my head along with my problems in the sand. I recently discovered this only works for a certain length of time then all those fears, feelings and anxieties rush to the surface and there is no way to hold it all back. The last few months have been like a living hell and I’m sure my family who are my biggest support network will agree it wasn’t pleasant for them either. I went from being a happy bubbly person to someone who took every tiny thing to heart and would explode in a rage to defend herself when in actual fact I wasn’t being threatened in the slightest. Some studies suggest that up to 71% of NICU mums go on to develop PTSD. Is it any wonder though? The body and mind go through such a massive invasion at childbirth and that is when mum and baby are in good health. Now add in additional stressors such as traumatic birth, premature birth, complications to mum and baby.

So today is National Prematurity Awareness Day. Please take some time to pray for and/or send Well wishes for those babies who are still currently riding that NICU rollercoaster.

Think of the babies born too soon who didn’t get to go home from the neonatal unit.

Think of the babies who fight life threatening illness every winter due to their lungs being damaged from Prematurity.

Think of the babies who due to being born early and fighting for life daily in the early stages are now left with physical, cognitive or learning disabilities.

Think of the parents who fight along side their little warriors praying to take their place and not see their little miracle suffer everyday.

Think. Just think. The fight doesn’t end for many parents and babies when they leave the NICU and often this is a time where the parents need more emotional support than before. The fight can continue for years and even be lifelong.

To all the babies born too soon, I salute you.

Stay Cool.

Scottish Twin Mamma.

World Prematurity Day 17th November 2017 — Triggering PTSD

Today is a very significant day for parents of premature babies world wide. As with many health issues you can find support groups on social media platforms such as Facebook etc personally I am a member of a few groups aimed towards anxiety, premature birth and multiple birth. It is a well known fact that multiple births are high risk pregnancies and a high percentage end with the babies being born early. Usually the more babies are there, the earlier the babies are born. What isn’t discussed as often is Singleton babies born too soon. According to The World Health Organisation (WHO) there are sub-categories of pre-term birth, based on gestational age.

  • Moderate – late preterm (32 to <37 weeks)
  • Very preterm (28-<32 weeks)
  • Extremely preterm Aka micro preemie (<28 weeks)

My boys were born at 25 weeks gestation. Lewis was 1lb 7ozs. (652grams) Logan was 1lb 11ozs (765grams)

Of the 1 million preterm babies who die every year it has been reported the 3/4 of these babies could have been saved if they had access to proven and usually inexpensive care, such as warmth, breastfeeding support and basic medical care for breathing difficulties and infections. Just let that sink in. 3/4 million babies could be saved every year. That one statistic is enough to prove raising awareness of preterm birth is essential. By raising awareness we are able to raise funding that can go towards research to prevent as many preterm births as possible. Although, as a preemie mum it can be so so difficult to see all the pictures of tiny babies with breathing tubes fighting for their life in incubators I understand the importance of getting those images and stories out there. If you read blogs or articles that take you through someone’s NICU journey you will find most of the mums state that they had very little knowledge of preterm birth and it’s causes.

My case was a bit different however, I grew up knowing that the miracles of science could save a baby born so early. My older brother was born at 26 weeks gestation in 1977. The doctors didn’t give him a real chance of survival. He weighed less than a bag of sugar. He is now 40 years old with his own family. My poor mum then went into labour with me around the same gestation, however, this time they knew that there was a chance of this happening so she had been monitored very closely throughout her pregnancy. So with some medical interventions I lasted until mum was 30 weeks pregnant. It was always thought that spontaneous preterm labour was not heredity, yet recently WHO have stared there could be a family link.

I have tried to speak about my experiences of preterm birth with my boys in this blog but I have successfully managed to avoid my personal feelings and speak more about the facts. This has been one of my biggest personal demons. I’m like an emu. When life is stressful I put the biggest smile on my face, pretend to the world that everything is A-ok and bury my head along with my problems in the sand. I recently discovered this only works for a certain length of time then all those fears, feelings and anxieties rush to the surface and there is no way to hold it all back. The last few months have been like a living hell and I’m sure my family who are my biggest support network will agree it wasn’t pleasant for them either. I went from being a happy bubbly person to someone who took every tiny thing to heart and would explode in a rage to defend herself when in actual fact I wasn’t being threatened in the slightest. Some studies suggest that up to 71% of NICU mums go on to develop PTSD. Is it any wonder though? The body and mind go through such a massive invasion at childbirth and that is when mum and baby are in good health. Now add in additional stressors such as traumatic birth, premature birth, complications to mum and baby.

So today is National Prematurity Awareness Day. Please take some time to pray for and/or send Well wishes for those babies who are still currently riding that NICU rollercoaster.

Think of the babies born too soon who didn’t get to go home from the neonatal unit.

Think of the babies who fight life threatening illness every winter due to their lungs being damaged from Prematurity.

Think of the babies who due to being born early and fighting for life daily in the early stages are now left with physical, cognitive or learning disabilities.

Think of the parents who fight along side their little warriors praying to take their place and not see their little miracle suffer everyday.

Think. Just think. The fight doesn’t end for many parents and babies when they leave the NICU and often this is a time where the parents need more emotional support than before. The fight can continue for years and even be lifelong.

To all the babies born too soon, I salute you.

Stay Cool.

Scottish Twin Mamma.

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North Lanarkshire council aiming to take more services away?

Just received this through the door for Both my boys. As we are 1.3 miles away from the primary school this will directly effect us. To say I’m angry is an understatement. What are our taxes actually used for??? It seems to me that North Lanarkshire Council are all about reducing their costs so they can pocket even more money for themselves through wages and expense accounts. It is absolutely disgusting. Due to fraudulent behaviour from these fat cats to sit in offices and dictate how to take even more things from the poor poverty stricken working class! It was due to this stealing behaviour all baby rooms in North Lanarkshire are due to be closed in December!!! To the detriment of children who rely on and require these services! My boys being 2 of the babies who needed this service since they were 11 months old and if it hadn’t been for the caring and hardworking staff of the Nursery then their development wouldn’t be at the level it is and I would most likely be an inpatient!

Please let me know if any of what I have said is inaccurate but this is all true to my knowledge at present.

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Little terrors

The boys are now 2 years and 9 months old. Developmentally they may be experiencing delays but one thing that hasn’t been delayed any is the terrible 2 tantrums. Omg they can be epic and over the tiniest little thing. I have been told by other parents that with regards to tantrums the worst is yet to come but I don’t see how it could get any worse. Like, seriously!

We were car shopping st the weekend and in a moment of wisdom I decided that we didn’t need their pram. The boys love walking and can take our hands. In reference to one of my fav movies. ‘Big mistake, big, huge mistake’. It all started out so lovely. Hubby and I walking around car lot with a boy each hand in hand. Initially it felt great. Like yeah, we got this. We can be a normal family. Well it soon turned South and that’s when it felt like all hell broke lose. The boys were happy until we walked in a different direction than they wanted to go. Then the screams of the beginnings of tantrums began.

Both boys have this wonderful knack of just dropping to the floor whenever they don’t want to go your way. You might think well what’s the big deal in that? I’ll tell you. They are both over 2 stone each and when they fall they put their whole body weight behind it. Now recently Logan suffered from a pulled elbow otherwise known as toddler elbow. This is when the ulnar dislocates from the elbow. So we have to be very careful and make sure we take him by the opposite hand. Neither hubster or myself want him to go through that again so we have no choice but to let him go. Meaning he might end up head first onto the ground. Also due to my chronic back issues and my own arm and shoulder issues if I have a boy on my right arm I have no choice but to let go as my arm just isn’t strong enough to hold on and it leaves me looking like a monkey with right arm drooping low. Hubby just popped Logan on his shoulders. Job done. Baby happy no more screaming. However, I had Lewis and during one of his many escape attempts got away from me but was so concerned with looking back to see where I was ran head first into one of the cars for sale. My anxiety was high anyway and this Just put me over the edge. I was full of what if’s? What if the salesmen were moving cars around and he had gotten away from me he could have been knocked down? That was my main worry. So they were picked up and carried into the showroom where there was a seated area and a cafe. I had brought a bag of goodies just in case we needed to tame the ferocious beasts but we made an epic mistake. You know the one in horror movies were you shout at the screen and say don’t be so stupid! We decided to split up! Now looking back it’s funny. How could we make such a rookie mistake? So I stayed with boys in cafe as hubby had a wander outside. No amount of food juice or general goodies was gonna keep these 2 wild boys in one place. Who knew car showrooms echoed as much?

I was praying hubby would move his ass and get back quickly, of course it felt like a month had passed since I last seen him. He came back just as I had grabbed Logan and one of the salesmen had grabbed Lewis – yes they like to run in opposite directions and at the same time so it makes you need to split yourself in 2.

We casually left when hubby returned as if ‘yeah we were always leaving now’. Not the 2 little dictators have told us enough is enough and we have to leave that it actually was. Lol.

I feel immense guilt when I get upset with the boys for not being like other 2 year olds. Then again the boys aren’t your average 2 year olds and what is normal anyway?

I’m sure the wee bisims have given me a plethora of extra grey hairs this weekend. We didn’t even have a proper look st the cars but for the most part the boys had fun being the little terrors we love and adore.

Stay cool

Scottish Twin Mamma

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