My World is turning upside down again!

My world is turning upside down again! I think Jack and Fiona are transitioning to one nap a day. Just when we established a perfect little schedule, I had time to write every morning while they took their nap and often had time to paint in the afternoon. I finally figured out what time to take the babies to play center so I could do yoga. Now it’s all changing again. If I could give one piece of advice to new moms, especially moms of twins, everything changes REALLY FAST!! This has just sunk in for me today. Yesterday the nap schedule was all messed up. So this morning when Jack slept till 7:00 and Fiona slept till 8:00 I knew they weren’t going to take a morning nap at 9:00. So I decided to take them to Early Start, Fiona’s school for children with hearing loss, vision loss, and mobility issues. It’s wonderful, but intense for someone who’s not used to being around a bunch of toddlers! Jack and Fiona were super excited! Everyone uses sign language there, I try to pick up as much as possible. I put the babies down at 12:45 today. They went right to sleep.  I feel like I need a nap too. I’m drained. I’m also starting to see during every transitional period I’m wiped out. Then I feel guilty for not being as productive in the studio or with writing. And that’s not good, I need to let it go! I’ve been stressed too because we’re going on a little trip with the babies. I’m worrying that I won’t be able to write, paint, or do yoga for six days! I do this all the time. Last week when they were sick I worried the same way. My therapist always asks me, “What would you tell a friend who was feeling the same way?” This is my advice to myself. “You need to rest if you’re tired. You can’t control everything or plan everything out, you’re just wearing yourself down. You’ll have time to paint again, do yoga, and write. Just take a break and go with the flow. Don’t worry about all that stuff.”

My dad keeps calling and needs me to call him back.

3 thoughts on “My World is turning upside down again!

  1. Things really do change SO often in those first few years! Big ((hugs)) as you figure out what to do now. 🙂

    “What would you tell a friend who was feeling the same way?” – Wow, I love that! What a wonderful way to approach a problem.

    Also, I can’t remember if we’ve discussed this before or not, but I’ve been learning and teaching Signed English (ASL signs in English order) since I was pregnant with my middle child (now 11 yrs old). I’ve shared some resources on my blog in the past, if you’re interested: There are many free websites and videos to learn signs! It’s awesome!! 😀


  2. Thanks Valerie! I did not know that about you! Thats super cool, i’ll check out the resources on your site! Did you use much sugn language with your own children? Did they learn any themselves? Also i am curious if you or your children ever met any people / kids with hearing loss and if being familiar with sign language and people who are hard of hearing helped? Just curious!

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  3. YES!! I learned for and with my children! I wanted to be able to communicate with them in another way than just spoken language. You’ll see when you check out the posts, that it is so, so helpful in everyday life, whether you have a HOH or Deaf person in your family or not! We have met some Deaf people over the years, and they have always blown me away with the speed in which they sign (!!) I’d like to teach a baby, toddler, and preschooler class at some point (maybe at our library?); I think it would be awesome to teach young children and their parents to be able to sign. Any amount of signing is helpful and it has been proven NOT to delay speech, so it’s a win/win situation! 😀 Let me know if you have any other questions!


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