Feeding two girls means wondering how I can possibly fit a 2 year old and 10 month old fit on my lap with access to my breasts at the same time without them being on top of each other.
Feeding two means stacking them on top of each other anyway and hoping that no-one wriggles too much or kicks the other one.
Feeding two means sitting one on top of a pile of books that the toddler has just read to avoid them being stacked on top of each other when they’re already tired and cranky.
Feeding two means rationing the toddlers feeds when the baby is sick and has lost her appetite so the baby gets enough. Negotiating with a toddler defies logic.
Feeding two means feeling like a milk truck some days when they’re both sick and we’ve been feeding on after the other all day.
Feeding two means beautiful moments with both girls when our eyes connect during a feed. It means tickling one while the other finishes, or reading a book to the other when things are reversed.
Feeding two means having nipple thrush is twice as painful.
Feeding two means bites from the teething baby and tooth mark rings from the toddler when she gets lazy and rests her teeth there.
Feeding two isn’t always easy, or comfortable. But it hasn’t been worth it for us, and I wouldn’t change a thing.