Both girls were running low grade fevers last night and didn't sleep because they were so uncomfortable. They finally fell asleep at 630.
I was so out I slept through the alarm for their appointment.
So I'm scrambling to get two babies out the door. I get there 15 minutes late, so I have to wait 45 minutes for a new appointment. time. The girls are screaming and I realize I didn't feed them and have no bottles for them.
So, there I am,
in spit up caked sweats,
holding two sweaty, screaming babies.
Pacing the 'sick child' side of the waiting room.
I clearly haven't slept, but go ahead and guess how many people come up and got really close to see the girls and coo and tell me I have my hands full
while they scream?
7. SEVEN PEOPLE!!
I finally get taken back to a room. The girls are starving and losing their minds. The nurse tells me the Dr will be in in 15-20 minutes because they're backed up because a mom of twins came in late.
The girls are inconsolable, so I kick off my shoes, climb up on the exam table sitting cross legged and whip my boobs out.
I have June in cross cradle held by my thighs and knees up to my chest (hello ab workout, meet non-existent postpartum abs) and I have Chloe in football to my right. The Dr comes in and busts a gut.
They do the exam while I nurse both babies. I finally go to leave and there's a .
I wait for the dust to settle (literally) make it to my car where I realize my windshield wiper is broken as it starts to rain and turn all the dust to mud. I cried for a little bit then drove to Bosa Donuts and got myself a ham and cheese croissant and a mango smoothie.
Because I freaking deserved that ish!