Thankfully

The gloom lasted no longer than two hours. The last few days I have been feeling particularly perky. I like being alone with the babies! Yesterday I managed to bath them both simultaneously and then get them upstairs, zipped into their sleeping bags, for their double-breastfeed with only minimal crying (bouncy chairs are a necessity for this). They have kept to their routine so far, still only waking once in the night, and go down to bed like a dream after their feed. We have been having some lovely play. I thought they would feel shortchanged if there was only me to play with, but they seem happy enough with my unrelenting company. And this morning, Twin Two, gave me so many beams and even started to try and coo for the first time (hers are much more gutteral and throaty than her sister, who has been cooing away for a week now). I feel such an incredible sense of achievement at the end of the day (and the day does have an end: they go to bed, I tidy up, read my novel in the bath with a glass of wine...). I look around waiting to be awarded some kind of trophy: 'Look world! I can do it, contented babies, a tidy house, and there's only one of me.' I still have the option of getting some help, someone who will come along with me to baby yoga and baby music and baby massage and baby swimming and baby cinema (it's not really possible to go alone, as the classes are geared to one on one contact). She'd also help out with housework. But I haven't decided yet. At the moment I'm high on having coped.