I’ve gone from being a mother of 1 to being a mother of 3.
Inconceivable.
No words.
(Ok, well maybe a few)
On Monday the 30th of July two gorgeous and tiny baby girls were handed to me . (Yup, it’s that easy, you go to the baby shop, find two you like and 4 days later you go home, powder your nose, sell exclusive picture rights to Hello and People magazine, then whiz off to get a tattoo of their birth co-ordinates on your arm. Then a few short months later, you don an itsy bitsy teenie weenie white bikini and text the nanny nannies ‘Back in 2 days, how are the twins?’. EASY!)
The girls are at once pure magic and utterly terrifying.
If one new baby seriously dampens your social life, you can only imagine what two can do! I considered it a huge accomplishment that the twins, Layla, my husband and I managed to get down to our local GBK for lunch, then on to Gelato Mio for an ice cream which I ate while waiting in line at Boots to pay for some post natal vitamins.
For the next couple of months, I am going to be glued to the sofa, under the twins, watching the Food Network and not being able to reach the glass of water in front of me. (Although mid September, I do have a lunch reservation at the impossible-to-get-a-table-at-unless-you-are-the-food-critic-at-the-New-York-Times-restaurant: Dabbous. (Oh and it’s not that I am becoming a famous food blogger, rather, since I knew I was having twins, I booked that table 3 months ago as a “Hooray, you survived the birth of your twins – now you just have to make it through the first year” treat.
Wish me luck! (Truthfully, I am fortunate to have my mother and mother in law here. If there’s a heaven, these ladies have earned themselves a place up there!)
Meanwhile, I hope you all are having a wonderful summer, enjoying Berlin, London or wherever you are
Tagged: new baby, twins, Yasmine, Zoey
