In the past few weeks, I have spent a lot of time being a single parent. My husband was traveling for work, with a schedule that was unknown until the night before, but he would be gone for days at a time.
This wasn’t the first time I’ve been in this situation. When the babies were just 2.5 months old, he was gone for a week, but this time was different in that he was away then home then away again. Just when we’d get used to a schedule, it would change again.
Their days were spent playing, eating, napping, and running errands with me. While they napped, I’d catch up on housework like dishes, laundry, and vacuuming. I’m thankful that the babies are generally good nappers.
When it would be time to breastfeed, I would put them in bouncy chairs in front of me, position the nursing pillow, then place them one at a time on the pillow and feed. When they were done, I’d do the same in reverse. It seemed to work well, and they didn’t complain.
The overnights were the hardest. When both babies wake at the same time, I typically have my husband there to get one of the babies and I get the other, and I tandem feed them. But with just me, I jostled both babies out of their cribs and to feed. I’ll admit there were a couple of times all three of us fell asleep while eating. And mornings always seemed to come too soon. But we managed.
Taking care of two babies on your own is a tough job, and I commend all the single parents – whether fulltime or part time – out there. I’m also thankful my husband is home again, and he doesn’t have any more travel on his schedule in the near future.