By Heather Cocks, REDBOOK
The first time I was on solo mom duty, my 2-month-old boys were napping while their father did the same. Both guys woke up and started fussing. Assuming that getting pregnant with twins had given me an innate ability to juggle two babies, I gingerly scooped them up with both arms, carried them to the couch, and propped them up on my legs. "I OWN this gig," I thought. Then Dylan threw up on Liam, they both started wailing, and I ended up having to roll one on top of the other and pin them to my lap using one hand and my chin while my other hand called Kevin's cell phone to wake him. "NEVER LEAVE ME ALONE WITH THEM AGAIN! I AM TERRIBLE!" I wailed. As much as I realize their valedictory address will not include this story-if it does, they are clearly out of the will-it was sobering to face my limitations so early.
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