Losing Nanny

This was our last week having a nanny. Back in May I felt like I was falling apart. The twins were two months old and from 7am to around 5:30pm I was alone with them. Over ten hours every day, every week. My anxiety was through the roof. I resented my husband for being able to leave and he, in turn, felt horrible leaving me. I spoke to other twin mommies and learned that many of them had hired nannies in the first few months of having twins. It was like a light had finally turned on. I could get help. That isn’t to say that I didn’t have help before. My mom drove over the mountains several times and stayed whole weeks to help out. My mother-in-law took off from work in the afternoons to come over and help. But here was someone I could have every single day for weeks on end. I could teach them the routine and possibly get some time to myself.

Fast forward three months. I’m still anxious about what the day holds, but now the kids are so much more stable. We’re working on setting a schedule for naps, so I have downtime that I can look forward to almost every day. (I’m finding time to write this blog, aren’t I?) I won’t have a nanny to help in the afternoons anymore, but I’m hoping the truly rough newborn days are behind us. I’m looking forward to the tumultuous teething/crawling/solid food days ahead.