The twins have changed yet again in just a short month. Today they turned 10 months. Each month makes my lament for the loss of my newborns, each month makes me eager to see them become real people.
This month was another big month for growth and change.
Last week Sam up and refused to breastfeed. He’ll still take the stuff, if it’s in a bottle. Aaron shows no preference either way, but it easier and quicker to fill their bellies with formula. And after I see all the different kinds of foods they are eating now I am having a hard time touting the benefits of breast feeding an entire year verses making 10 months. I’ve decided to start weaning.
As if my body belongs half to Aaron and half to Sam, one breast has also given up, giving me a measly ounce or two each time I pump while the other side still produces a robust three or four ounces.
I have also reached a breaking point with putting them to sleep. A back breaking point. I don’t think I can rock them to sleep any longer. Another system I will work on changing this month.
Sam continues to be my poor sleeper. Last night he was up 3 times, just sitting up in his crib crying. Didn’t even want milk when offered. Both babies can make it until the morning, (which is anywhere from 4:30 to 6am for them) but it doesn’t mean they do. If Aaron wakes up, feeding doesn’t put him back to sleep like it used to do for Sam. So often I’ll be stuck with a super excited baby babbling his lungs out at 5am while the rest of the house sleeps.
Not that I’m complaining. Whenever people ask me how I’m doing, I answer, “It is so much better than it was 3 months ago, it’s hard to complain.”
Both babies can pull up to standing and scale furniture. Sam however has started to just stand. Free stand. He has also started to move from furniture to furniture with little breaks in holding. I wonder if I’ll finally get an early walker. Jack and Ben were closer to 15 or 16 months. I did carry them everywhere like the princes they are, though.
They can also perform other amazing feats like crawling up stairs, feeding themselves finger food and bottles. At this rate they’ll be shaving in another year.Pin It