It was the longest two weeks of my life
One of the twins, my elder son, woke up feeling a bit off one morning. A mild fever, some red spots. By noon, it was clear—chickenpox. The following week was a blur of cold compresses, restless nights, and endless bowls of soup.
When I thought I could finally take a deep breath, my younger son looked up at me with those big, tired eyes… and there they were—the spots. Round two had begun. That’s the thing about raising twins: double the love, double the joy, but also double the chaos.
Hello, I’m a mom to twin boys and wanted to write about the experience of bringing two babies, born at the same moment but as vastly different people in the making like.
If you’re a twin parent, expecting twins, or simply curious, please come join my little corner where I share some stories, laugh a lot, and earn an equal amount of exhaustion.
Twin Connection
They say, “A joy shared with a twin is a double joy.” It’s true. The bond between my boys is something special. Born together, best friends forever—most of the time. But let’s be honest, they’re also each other’s biggest competitors.
There’s always this invisible scale of fairness in our house. If one gets an extra second of attention, the other notices. If one gets a slightly bigger scoop of ice cream, there’s a look. And don’t even get me started on toys.
But despite the little battles, they are each other’s constant. When one of them is upset, the other is the first to offer a hand on the shoulder. When one struggles with homework, the other sits beside him, trying to explain in their little way. It’s like watching two branches grow from the same tree, twisting in different directions but always connected.
The Reality of Raising Twins
Let’s be real. Parenting one child is already tough. Two children at the same stage? Forget about it. That is another level of gymnastics when it comes to parenting. You learn quickly that multitasking isn’t a skill—it’s survival.
Feeding two hungry babies at the same time, rocking them both to sleep, answering two completely different questions in the same breath-it becomes second nature. And yes, sometimes, I accidentally call them by the wrong name. They roll their eyes, but I know they secretly love it.
One of my biggest lessons is that fairness doesn’t always mean equality. Treating them the same doesn’t work because they are not the same.
Two Boys, Two Worlds
My older son is a quiet observer. Thoughtful, patient, always willing to help. He loves football, not just playing it but studying it like a strategist. He’s also been on a mission to learn French, and honestly, he’s picking it up faster than I ever could.
His only weakness? Distractions. If there’s a screen nearby, you can bet he’ll get lost in it. The younger one? Oh, he’s my little math genius. Numbers click in his mind like puzzle pieces falling into place. But time management? Not his strong suit.
He’ll promise to do his homework after just one more game—and we all know how that story ends. Even their school routines are changed. One wakes up at 6:50 AM, takes the minibus, and gets back home by 4:30 PM. The other wakes up at 7:20 AM, hails the MTR, and returns home a bit later. It’s like running two parallel schedules on the same clock.
Emotional Costs
Twin parenting is not about logistics alone but about mental toughness. Post-natal depression does exist, and more so for mothers of twins.
Two babies mean you have double the night feedings, double the crying, and barely any time to yourself. I won’t lie: there were certainly times when I felt very exhausted. But here’s what made it through: asking for help.
To all the twin moms out there—don’t do it alone. Accept the extra hands, whether it’s from family, friends, or even just a kind stranger who offers to hold the door for you when you’re juggling two strollers.
What I’ve learned
If I could write one piece of advice to parents of new twin babies, that would be that: pace yourselves. You can’t be flawless, and nobody expects you to have all of the answers Treat them fairly, though not identically.
Keep watching them, letting them breathe some. Work well as a unit—twin parenting is strictly a two-body job when there are two sets of hands able to do something. And most importantly, take a moment to enjoy the small things. Because one day, the sleepless nights, the fights over who got the bigger cookie, the back-to-back illnesses—it will all be just a memory.
And you’ll realize that every ounce of effort, every moment of exhaustion, was worth it. Because at the end of the day, raising twins isn’t just a challenge. It’s a privilege.