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Claire's Story

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Attachment Parenting Twins

When I was pregnant, my partner and I read Why Love Matters (Sue Gerhardt) and What Every Parent Needs to Know (Margot Sunderland), and also the twin breastfeeding bible Mothering Multiples (Karen Kerkhoff Gromada, La Leche League) which I would highly recommend. I was determined to breastfeed, and the only other thing I was sure of was that I would never leave my babies to cry alone.

My girls were born by caesarean at 39 weeks (late for twins), and although they were well, feeding quickly became a major issue. My birth story is another story (more of a saga really), but it’s enough to say here that I was still unable to stand upright when I was discharged from hospital after three days, and I was only finally able to stop taking painkillers completely when the girls were about eight weeks old. I vividly remember the day my milk first came in at seven weeks. Up until that point I was expressing regularly, putting the girls to the breast and topping up with formula. After that we were able to stop the formula for good.

The girls slept in a cot bed with one side removed, pushed up against the side of our bed, for the first six weeks. I thought this arrangement would work for much longer, but they quickly outgrew the space and were waking each other up, so then we moved them into their own cot-beds. We are lucky enough to have a large loft conversion so there was space for a double bed and two cot-beds all in the same room.

At six months of age we moved them into their own room, but this only lasted two weeks as they woke each other up constantly. So finally we moved them into their own rooms where they still sleep. They slept better, but it did mean we were up and down several times a night as soon as either of them cried. I fed them to sleep throughout this time, and frequently during the night as well. Both my partner and I spent many, many hours standing over their cots holding them, stroking them, singing to them – soothing them back to sleep and telling them they were safe, warm and loved. Sometimes one of us would take one of them into the spare bed, and later on I started getting into their cots with them and cuddling up with them if they were at all upset or unsettled. Now they are two they sometimes ask me to get in with them, and once I’ve also been told to get out!

I breastfed both my girls until about 13 months, by which time they were both walking and able to roll off the twin breastfeeding cushion and run away. One of my daughters simply decided to stop feeding one day, for no apparent reason. I kept offering the breast for a while thinking it was a nursing strike, but she completely refused it from then on and has also refused to drink milk of any sort ever since. Apparently such abrupt weaning is more common in twins – no-one knows why.

My other daughter was less keen to wean and carried on for another month or so, gradually feeding less during the day until eventually she wasn’t interested in it at all in the daytime. Because I am midway through my training to be a paediatrician, I had to return to work part-time after my maternity leave and so the girls started nursery three days a week. She started wanting to feed several times a night, just when sleep was becoming essential for me. I weaned her then as slowly and gently as I could – Mothering Multiples calls it “mother guided” – trying to soothe her in other ways first, only offering the breast if that didn’t work, and not offering it out of routine if it wasn’t being demanded.

What else? Kit? I have owned seven baby carriers and two double buggies – we have carried and pushed them according to what felt right or was necessary in the moment. Now they are able to ask to go in the sling, and to get out of it. They are happy, healthy girls with increasingly strong opinions about the world. I am incredibly proud of them and also of us – I could never have fed them for so long without my amazingly supportive partner. There is no doubt about it – the decisions we made had consequences for us. We spent most of that first year feeling utterly exhausted and I totally understand now how sleep deprivation is a form of torture. More than once I found myself standing in the formula aisle reasoning that I could always come back tomorrow – I could manage one more day. It was important to me that I fully owned the decisions I had made so I was able to keep coming back to why I had made them. Reminding myself that I could always make a different decision actually helped me to continue. Would I do it again? Absolutely and without hesitation – and more so, because I have learned so much along the way.