Here are the girls about 10 minutes after they came home for the first time.

I'll be honest, on the first full day home I thought I had ruined my life by having twins. The first night home had not gone very well. I spent most of the night holding the girls and trying to sleep on the couch. Lydia managed to wet the only two outfits I could find and so she spent half the night wearing just her diaper. The morning didn't change anything. I was practically in tears by the time Brandon got home from work. And within a few hours I was bawling. I felt like I would never have a conversation, thought, or moment that didn't revolve around the girls. I was tired, hormonal, emotionally drained, and suffering from oreo with drawls.
Fortunately these feelings didn't last. Brandon sent me to bed and took care of the girls for the next couple hours. He even got them ready for their doctors appointment. We went to the doctor's and then came home and I was sent back to bed. I was still crying when we went to bed for the night so Brandon gave me a blessing. I felt better after that.
Here are the girls sharing their cradle.

Over the next couple days life slowly began to feel like normal. We were able to clean up the apartment which helped immensely because coming home from the hospital was like returning from an 18 day camping trip - everything was out of place. We started figuring out places for all the baby stuff. I felt like civilization returned to our lives when we established the diaper changing station on top of the drier. (Thanks for the idea Emily) Up until then we had been changing diapers on the couch. We began to have conversations about things other than the girls. I was able to sleep in my own bed for several hours a night. I knew everything was going to be okay the day that Brandon replaced our kitchen faucet. There was something comforting in watching him walk by holding a hack saw - I'm still not sure why he needed the hack saw, but I liked seeing him with it.

After one week home we were on top of things enough to host Thanksgiving dinner for both our parents. This may sound crazy but Brandon relaxes by cooking. He's wanted to host Thanksgiving dinner all year, but it wasn't until Wednesday that we invited everyone. We knew our parents were planning on having low key dinners so we thought we should combine 3 low key dinners into one. Brandon loved making pies and stuffing the turkey. Our parents helped out by bringing some food and also doing the dishes afterward. They also held the babies which is always appreciated.


We've now been home for two weeks. I'm feel like I am getting the hang of things and establishing a system again. I keep telling myself that this may be the hardest thing I have ever done, but it is not the first hard thing I've done.

The girls are eating like crazy and growing. They were weighed at the doctor's yesterday. Charlotte is now 5 lbs and 12 oz. She has just about out grown her preemie clothes. Lydia is now 4 lbs 10 oz which is how much Charlotte weighed at birth. They are both super cute as you can tell from these pictures. I love that they don't have tubes and wires.

They sleep a lot. We are really lucky that they are oblivious to most noise. 18 days in the special care nursery trained them to sleep through beeps, alarms, and loud conversations. They also can sleep through each others cries. Recently they have started sleeping for 4 hours at a time which is very nice. Sometimes all three of us cuddle up on the couch for a nap in the afternoon. I love being close to my girls.

The girls were 4 weeks old on Sunday. We took them to Sacrament meeting. I thought that Charlotte would need to eat during the meeting and I hoped I would at least be able to stay in the chapel until after the sacrament. Instead she slept the whole meeting.

Here are the three of us on Monday November 29th. This is the girls due date. As challenging as this last month has been I'm glad I wasn't pregnant for it. I'm glad I've been able to spend it with my girls.

Brandon's birthday (his real one) was on Tuesday. If you aren't colorblind you can read how old he is. Both of us are older than 3 of our parents were when they first had kids.

So that's basically the last two weeks in a nut shell. This week the girls should move out of the living room and into their own room. We are also going to decorate for Christmas. I can't wait.