Last night, Anya's screams of pain over her ear infection were like nothing I had ever heard before. She was in so much pain, that she didn't want to be held. We almost took her to the hospital. Instead, I took her to the bedroom and put her next to me in bed. I sang her this song, "Anya is my bestest friend. She will soon feel better again." I sang this over and over again while rubbing her tummy, I knew her tummy didn't hurt, but thought it might be soothing. This reminded me of when I was little and had "growing pains" and my dad would rub my legs while I was in hysterical pain.

Eventually the Tylenol kicked in and she fell asleep. It was crazy because she woke up the happiest person I have ever met. We played patty cake and clapped and clapped. I love her ability to bounce back.

Lately, I have been more Rachi's mommy than Anya's and this makes me sad because it needs to be more equal, but is hard. Being a mom of twins is all about having two children clamoring for your attention. And I feel like I always have to put someone down to rescue someone else. I hate this and need to see it more from their eyes. I need to remember to be more careful running from one child to the other. Rachi is very good at making sure she gets her mommy time, while I will often find Anya off to the side, playing all by herself. She often sings to herself while she plays, it is so sweet.

These are things I need to remember while in the trenches. These are things I need to work on when I am home with them.