There is a certain street camaraderie between twin mothers. I have fallen into conversation and become good friends with at least three other mothers over our twin prams. Walking together and thereby taking up the whole pavement offers a wonderful opportunity to share stories and ask for advice. Best is to know someone with twins a few months older and someone else with twins a few months younger – both a supply of tips and that feeling of being an expert.
One thing all the twin mothers I know have in common is their insistence on a routine. Before our babies were born I pooh poohed the idea of sticking to a very strict routine. It sounded to me like a waste of time and energy trying to force babies to do certain things, such as eat and sleep, when they were simply not in the mood. So we have lived haphazard through these last three and a half months, babies doing what they want, when they want, only a vague eye on the clock as evening approached to introduce the idea of bedtime. But talking to these other twin mothers who seemed so enamoured of their routines, I swallowed my scepticism and began to think there must be something in it.
So, partly out of interest and partly out of a desire for a more predictable life, we introduced our own strict(ish) routine last Saturday. A week later and with two content babies in bed, I must humbly admit that it seems to be working. We all get up at 7am, go out for a walk so the babies can sleep in the pram for an hour at 9am and I can buy a coffee somewhere on the way. The rest of the day involves a lunchtime nap and then a final walk and nap around 4pm. Bedtime starts at 8pm. Pushing the pram around the park in the rain early in the morning makes me feel somewhat like an English governess, but at least we all get plenty of exercise and fresh air …
Who would have thought we would all be such creatures of habit? I shall be advocating this to the latest additions to the twin mum circuit – well, at least until the weather really turns.