After a 7 year struggle for my wife and I to have a baby we decided last year to go all out for a final push and had invetro-fertilization done. We were only given a 50/50 shot at it working and had 2 embryos fertilized. The chances of both embryos being successful were lower than 30% we were told. Well surprise! Both worked and 9 weeks ago my wife gave birth to twin girls. Lillian Rose who weighed 5 pounds 2 ounces and Elizabeth Iris who come out at 3 pounds 13 ounces.
During the pregnancy we thought "how hard can 2 babies be? It's only 1 more". How wrong we were! Our small home, which was nice and comfortable for the two of us, suddenly feels like a shoe box. Sleep, at least an unbroken sleep of more than 2 hours, is something I remember fondly. And leaving the house for a quick trip to the grocery store is an ordeal that is more akin to packing for a two week trip rather than a 5 minute drive. I find it amazing that 2 nine week old girls can already own more clothing and stuff than I do.
We are told that it gets better, that sleep will come, the constant feeding like two rabid baby sharks will lessen and the crying (mostly by me) will subside. Although I sound like I'm complaining, and I am to a degree, I wouldn't trade this life now for anything. When I'm holding one of them and they look up at me with their big innocent eyes I can't imagine life without them and can't wait for all the fun and adventures we are going to have in all the years to come!