We recently arrived back home from a fun road trip to Idaho to celebrate my grandmother’s 90th birthday. We stayed at a hotel for three nights which meant sleeping, eating and spending our days amongst witnesses to the craziness that is Karson and Lucy.
Disrupted schedules and new surroundings made for poor sleep and cranky babies. Plus, when you’re on the road, you have to give in to some of those demands you wouldn’t normally give in to and as the weekend passed by, they quickly started to figure that out.
They like to exercise their voices and are still learning the extent of their volumes. We saw it all; middle of the night screaming, middle of the day screaming, banging on walls, running through the halls, throwing food in the restaurant. It was the type of behavior we would have scorned at just a couple years ago.
I wish I would have made care packages for our hotel neighbors, similar to those you hear about on planes. Ear plugs, coffee coupons and an apology seem like a fair exchange for what we subjected our neighbors to.
Nate noticed some heavy glares but looking back we were never embarrassed of our children’s behavior. Maybe we should have been. Maybe others were embarrassed for us. I guess we’re just used to it.
But embarrassed or not, there’s always a layer of stress that hangs over when you’re around others. When you’re tired and constantly feeling on guard, trying to shush or restrain two little bundles that are exploring new environments for the first time, it’s hard to enjoy each moment for what it is until looking back.
We’re back home now and we’ll sink into our old rhythm before no time. Summer is here. We’d like to get out and seize the season. We want to take more trips and especially do some camping but I struggle with whether it’s worth all the craziness. They sleep awful away from home but I know it will get easier every time. I’m learning more tricks and Karson and Lucy become a little more independent with every passing week.
And in the end, despite the struggles, we’re making lasting memories. At the end of the day, all the screaming gets drowned out by their sweet smiles, giggles, cuddles and states of wonder and awe. We may be a little more rough around the edges. Nate’s hair may be a little more gray and the bags under my eyes, a little fuller. I was reminded a million times over the weekend that my hands are full. And what I always want to say is, “If you think my hands are full, you should see my heart.”
Note: Kendra Lindell gave birth to twins, Karson and Lucy on October 5th, 2014 at Willamette Valley Medical Center Birthing Center. She writes about her experience on the WVMC Facebook page. STAY TUNED for more stories from Kendra. See WVMCWeb.com for previous posts.