Put through the wringer

The twins are unsettled.

Outwardly, they are still happy and they seem to enjoy their new digs. But I know something is not right with them.

There have been many more tantrums and about the tiniest things. I refused to give Baby J her pacifier after she woke up and she cried the entire morning. I refused to take Evan to the lift (his favourite thing in the world!) and he cried and whimpered the whole morning.

Then there's been the super glue effect. Where they're perpetually stuck on to me, somewhat koala like. No one can pry them off, not Daddy, not our helper, not Ah Ma. And while it is nice to feel needed, it is difficult for all parties involved. It also gets difficult when they go to school because the histronics are reminiscent of when they first started school. Tears, whimpering escalating into full on crying and screaming, red in the face and snotty in the nose.

I think it's a confluence of various factors.

The moving away from the only house they've known since birth. Their bout of pneumonia and the daily trauma of the inhaler and what to them was awful tasting antibiotics. Their being away from school for so long because they were first quarantined for coming back from an H1N1 infected country and then because of their pneumonia. Them turning two...

All this must seem like the world as they know it has collasped around them and they are scrambling for some sort of consistency.

I suspect they see me as their port/ harbour whatever in a storm and hence the koala effect.

Everyone tells me it'll pass. I know it will but I feel so sorry for them because they're not exactly articulate and the only weapon they have is their tears and their lungs. Which they have learnt to use exceptionally well.














Happier days in school.



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