Dear Edith and Everett,
With your brother, I wrote him a note every single month. A note that is filled with all the little things that he did in that month. I even took photos of him with a “month” sticker to commemorate the occassion. Check out my note to him for his 3rd month.
With you guys, I had every intention to try and write you monthly notes but well, life with twins and a toddler doesn’t leave me with much time to write. It is not that I love you any less but every sliver of time I have, I’m either passed out on the sofa, trying to catch 40 winks or wolfing down a quick meal.
But I told myself that I had to write so that I will remember the little details of each passing day because one day, you’d be all grown up and I won’t have a single memory of how it all happened. One moment, you both were tiny scrawny little birdlings in the hospital cots. Suddenly, as if overnight, you both have grown, both physically and mentally, and you look nothing like your fresh out of the womb days.
Edith, oh Edith. You are such a girl.
And totally like me. You have crossed the 7 kg mark and tip the scales at 7.1 kg. You smile ever so readily and no matter how exhausted your caregivers are, a big toothless grin from you is all it takes to melt the tiredness away. Every morning, I greet you with a high-pitched “GOOD MORNING SWEETIE!” and I’d be rewarded with the most heart-melting grin. You are not a fan of naps (urgh) and prefer to “chat”. You absolutely hate to be placed down on the rocker and would screech in protest whenever we as much as put you down for a nano second.
You need to be carried and rocked to sleep. No matter how gentle we are, your eyes fly open the moment you realize that you are about to be placed on the rocker or bed. WHY LIKE THAT!
Between the two of you, you are the “bigger” twin. Your thighs are nom-worthy and your cheeks look like they’re hiding fish balls. The fact that you smile a lot more readily as compared to your twin brother makes you the ‘preferred’ twin as you are more reactive.
You are also experiencing stranger anxiety. When we returned from our holiday in Tokyo with Elliott, you did not recognise your own mother. Sheesh. You wailed and cried until che che (our helper, N) carried you. Thankfully, after I nursed you, you were ok again. Not before giving everyone an intense stare down. You still hate the pacifier and will only accept it grudgingly when you’re just about to fall asleep.
You have also been losing loads of hair over the past weeks. We’d find bits of fine baby hair on your mattress and pillow, and your head is getting slightly bald! We know that this is part and parcel of growing up so hopefully, new hair will grow out soon.
Everett, my dear son. You are the ‘lighter’ and ‘smaller’ twin, weighing in at 6.5 kg. You are also the intense one. The most intense of all 3 kids. You rarely smile and will only do so if you’re ‘in the mood’. Our helper says that ‘your smile is very expensive’. You have large expressive eyes framed with the longest of eye lashes (I’m very jealous) and when you give out your hard-to-come-by smile, it melts everyone’s hearts. But wow, you also have a very powerful pair of lungs.
Your personality is quite different from your siblings. When you are hungry, you go into intense beast mode and would yell the house down. I call you the “incredible hulk”. You cry so hard that your little clenched fists tremble and your face goes full-on red. You’re like my little angry red bird. You get very impatient with your milk and if we are not fast enough, you screech again. You also wail (very hard) just before you sleep. It’s like you need to do this cry hard, then fall asleep ritual before each nap. I am just really thankful that you have doting grandmothers to do the bedtime routine because I feel extremely helpless whenever you cry so hard.
We used to call you the unicorn baby because you’d take your pacifier and go to sleep on your own quietly. How wonderful! Unfortunately, in recent weeks, you have decided that you also need to be carried and rocked to sleep. Pfffffft.
Both of you have discovered your hands and would gnaw on your fists till they’re covered in saliva blobs. With your older brother, I remember buying tons of bibs but we never got to use them because he barely drooled. Those bibs have come in handy now as you both drool A LOT! No wonder they say all babies are different. You love to blow saliva bubbles and Everett, you love to go “ah brrrrr” which usually leads to a lot of saliva all over your onesie.
Everett, you love looking at yourself in the mirror and that’s how we distract you when you’re crying uncontrollably but Edith, you seem to be afraid of it. You kinda recoil in shock when you see yourself in the mirror and you also hate sudden loud noises, like the bean shaker that your older brother made. Everett, we bang on things loudly to snap you out of your crying fits but if we do the same to Edith, it doesn’t work.
The both of you can also lift your heads up when you are in a lying down position. In fact, Edith, you LOVE to stand with our assistance. We hold your little hands and you’d automatically go from lying down to a standing position. You look really pleased with yourself too. I’m guessing that you both will be doing your first proper turn very soon.
You both had a bout of bronchiolities in the middle of October which is exactly what your older brother contracted back in 2015. It was a trying week as all three of you were ill and all the caregivers were exhausted trying to make all of you comfortable.
Oh and I have to state for the record that your night routine is pretty established now. We put you to bed by 7pm (so glad we established this early as it allows us time to breathe, re-calibrate and spend time with kor kor) and you’d get your next feed at about 10pm+. Thereafter, your subsequent feed is at 2am+ before your final feed at about 5-6am+. Thankfully, the both of you do not wake at the same time (PHEW) so we will feed one after the other. Edith, you are better at latching so I’d usually latch you directly for the late night feeds because I’m too lazy to get out of bed. Everett, you are too impatient at the boob so you get a bottle feed.
For nights, your daddy and I split the work. He takes the 10pm – 2am shift before I take over from 2am till day breaks. On Fridays and Saturdays, Daddy does the full night shift which allows me to have an uninterrupted night of sleep. For that, I’m forever grateful.
How cute it is that despite being twins, the both of you are quite different in many aspects. It makes me wonder if all that talk about being twins being in sync holds any truth. Maybe it will become clearer as you grow up together.
Happy 5th month, my babies. Grow well, grow healthy!
Lots of love,