{"id":1323,"date":"2025-10-11T17:11:57","date_gmt":"2025-10-11T17:11:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/?p=1323"},"modified":"2025-10-11T17:11:57","modified_gmt":"2025-10-11T17:11:57","slug":"parents-of-multiples-you-are-f-ing-superstars","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/?p=1323","title":{"rendered":"Parents Of Multiples, You Are F\u2014ing Superstars"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u201cWhen I see another twin parent out in public, I feel this weird urge to yell out, \u2018I HAVE TWINS, TOO!\u2019 Except I don\u2019t because I don\u2019t want to look weird. I feel like there should be some sort of secret signal we can use to represent \u2018I feel your life deep in my soul.\u2019<\/p>\n

My soul that took a serious beating in those first 2 years because wow, it felt like I was constantly trying to match up all the sides of a Rubik\u2019s Cube while my brain suffered from severe sleep deprivation and if I didn\u2019t, the Rubik\u2019s Cube would explode with ear piercing screams and a s\u2013tstorm of literal s\u2013t.<\/p>\n

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When I saw another twin mom at playgroup recently, that same urge came over me again to let her know I can relate to the unique life of twins. Hers were younger, plus she had another singleton not much older. Those flashbacks hit me like a ton of bricks. My twins are 3 and my eldest is 6, so life is still pretty hectic, but it\u2019s got nothing on those first two years that almost broke me. Honestly, I just wanted to hug her. And buy her a coffee. And spike it with some whiskey.<\/p>\n

It reminded me of how much I had been drowning in a sea of tears and nappies. She said it all felt like a blur, which is accurate AF. It was a busy blur of hectic chaos and nothing I could have done would have ever prepared me for it. My savior was crying to other twin moms at playdates knowing they felt the exact same way, and we picked each other\u2019s hopes and dreams back out of the trash after we\u2019d thrown them away in despair. It was tough.<\/p>\n

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The guilt I\u2019d felt about not being able to give my eldest the attention she needed and deserved.<\/p>\n

The way I\u2019d felt like a prisoner strapped to my babies because\u2026 boobs, yo.<\/p>\n

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The frequent overnight waking\u2019s.<\/p>\n

The constant darting between three small kids out in public.<\/p>\n

Then out of nowhere, I realized life has changed.<\/p>\n

I was no longer handling nappies filled with poo.<\/p>\n

I was no longer constantly darting between three small kids in public because they became more resilient.<\/p>\n

I was no longer looking for the light at the end of the tunnel.<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t even have to light that b\u2014h up myself! It just happened.<\/p>\n

Out of nowhere.<\/p>\n

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Sometimes you just don\u2019t realize how far you\u2019ve come until you look back at the earlier challenges, and while the challenges will always continue, they\u2019re different. You can communicate with them (amongst the attitude and yelling), you\u2019ll find the time to remember you\u2019re a person who has needs, and you\u2019ll feel your heart swell with love and pride as you realize all of your kids are the best darn thing to ever happen to you.<\/p>\n

Parents of multiples, f\u2014ing superstars, you\u2019ve got this. What a wild ride!\u201d<\/p>\n

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