Are you an older Mum? Or do you have twins or both....

Welcome to my blog.  It is a self indulgent thing a blog -  to post your ponderings out into the ether in the hope that some like minded person might pick them up.  But in my case its blatant therapy! I just want to write it down but in the hope it might offer you some comfort in case you also need to vent, share, reflect or celebrate...

I had my first son at 42, a veritable spring chicken.  Then surprise surprise I had my glorious twin girls at 47.  I was the size of an enormous pumpkin, left to hide under a large leaf in the garden and I could have won first prize in a local fete vegetable tent, if only I had been entered.

It's been the most momentous journey mainly defined by astonishment, sheer wonder and a degree of exhaustion that takes you to a place so beyond endurance... where your brain is pulverised, gaze blank and patience so whisker thin.  In my case I got into bad habits and allowed R to feed up to 20 times a night so she didn't wake W.  (R can scream with such fierce gusto, in a sort of 0-90 fashion, that everyone sits bolt upright and if you are the mother your innate wake-instantly-programming also ignites a stress stomach ache.)

So after 11 months of 3 hours sleep a night in 10-15 minute bursts, my husband offered himself up and now sleeps with them until one drives him mad and I get that one in my bed usually around 2 am.  He has the distinct advantage of not having the wake-at-an-instance programming, indeed he can snore his way through most caterwauls.  However it is a momentous change and the degree of sleep I now get has lifted my spirits immensely and I can contemplate being human again.