In the spring of 2014 I found out I was pregnant with twins and started documenting my journey in a weekly post. I will be periodically posting these past writings, starting from the beginning. This was written December 1, 2014.
I recently went to a follow up doctor’s appointment where I had to fill out a questionnaire that screened me for postpartum depression. Although I haven’t noticed any signs of depression, I have had times when I just felt plain overwhelmed. I would never be able to manage without the amazing support network we’ve had.
Both of Nate and my parents have been amazing, showing up to rock babies, ensure I get showers here and there and provide extra hands. I think our mothers would kidnap the babies if they thought they could get away with it. Nate and I have even managed a couple quick outings, just the two of us where we’ve been able to enjoy each other’s company with a respite from the duties of diaper changing, burping and baby pacifying. We’ve had meals delivered to us from people I’ve never met before and lots of advice and support in general.
This past Thanksgiving, we certainly had a lot to be thankful for. But most of all, (aside for the babies themselves and our good health) I am thankful for Nate. As he has been settling into his role of becoming a father, he has been doing an incredible job of helping me be a mother.
I’m just now starting to get back into helping with household tasks. For quite a while now, he has carried the load, heading up the cooking, cleaning, shopping, and laundry. Even well before the babies made their first appearance, when i was immobilized by my giant belly, he was doing all these as well as other tasks I couldn’t manage. For example, at the end of the summer he made sure to harvest, put up and preserve the garden that I had no choice but to neglect.
He allowed me to focus on cooking our little bugs and now that they’re here, he’s allowed me to focus on taking care of them. The immense and time consuming task of breastfeeding would never be possible without his support.
Since the babies were born, he’s also helped every night with middle of the night diaper changes. All the while, he’s had to deal with work and his three hour daily commute and bear the burden of being the sole provider in the house.
There are so many things he does that I am grateful for. He’s mastered the art of carrying a baby in an Ergo front pack, he always keeps my water jug full and I know the babies already think he’s the best daddy in the whole world. I’m so immensely thankful for him. This has been an incredible journey and there’s no one I’d rather have ride along and share the wheel with.