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Bunking It Up – Twin Style

Top o’ your Tuesday Folks. Since Breanna has contracted some rare disease (like on the movie Contagion…RUN!) and will be out of commission for the next few days, you get to to hear a few of my one-sided thoughts on some twin topics/other randomness that is tickling my fancy at the moment. Todays topic: the twin sleeping situation from birth to beyond (and, of course, I was kidding about the whole “rare disease” thing. I’m sure it’s just the flu and Bre will be up and running in no time).

As twins you share everything from day one: a womb, a gestational sac (possible if identical), a placenta (possible if identical), etc. I don’t know if you’ve ever thought about what it might be like sharing a womb, but it can be pretty tight quarters in there and, quite frankly, with my mild form of claustrophobia, I’m not sure how I survived. But luckily I did and lived to tell the tale!

After we were born, our mom was advised to put us in separate cribs for safety. She tried it for about a week, and let’s just say that it was the longest week of her life. We were fussy, we weren’t sleeping very well, etc. She tried everything she could think of to pacify us and then came to the realization that perhaps we were uncomfortable BECAUSE of the separation. She decided it was worth a shot for our restful sleep/her sanity to put us in the same crib for a night, just to see what happened. Like magic, we didn’t make a peep (minus the normal “we’re hungry and it’s 2 AM” cries). It worked like a charm.

Allow me to digress for a moment and tell you that we think that a decision to go against doctors orders/put your twins in the same crib is a totally personal choice and must be made by you since you know what is best for your little bundles. We are in no way authorized to advocate for one over the other. We’re just telling you how it worked for us. Moving on…

From that time to the time we went off to college we shared a bed. There was a brief moment when we each had our own rooms and beds, but we ended up gravitating to the other’s bed sometime during the night and decided to just share a room again. It felt safe and comfortable and like all was right with the world.

Even when we were at college and were roommates with bunk beds I would often sneak down to Breanna’s bed during the night (she had the bottom bunk) because it was just more comfortable.

“This is weird,” you might be thinking to yourself. But take a minute and you may realize the sense of it all. We’ve shared a womb, we grew comfortable being with someone 24-7, and then BAM, right after birth we’re separated, cold, and alone? For us, it just wasn’t natural. We slept (and continue to sleep) so much better when we’re not alone.

And, as the gift that keeps on giving, this also gave us the unforseen advantage of adjusting to married life more quickly than others may have when it came to the sleeping situation. While my husband was learning how to sleep in the same bed with me (and it took a while for him to get comfortable), I was right at home, cozy and content, knowing that there was someone there to keep me warm.

So twins (parents of included), what has been your experience? Have you shared a bed all of your life? Were you and your twin at the opposite end of this spectrum? Let us know in the comments below.

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