Breastfeeding 2 year old TWINS!

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I love nursing my almost 2 year old twins.

I have breastfed each of my five children and each experience has been uniquely different and came with its own set of challenges.

The twins, Zion and Hosanna, were born at 35 weeks after a very uneventful twins pregnancy (that is the way they like them). They were perfect. They were tiny. Zion was 6 lbs 14oz and Hosanna was 4lbs 14oz. I spent 7 days in hospital recovering from a c-section and they came home with me. We did not even attempt breastfeeding until we got home from the hospital. I pumped and the babes were bottle fed with breast milk and formula. Our life for the first few months revolved around feeding the babies. I nursed, bottle fed, pumped, and then it was time to start all over again. Hosanna didn’t take to nursing until she was 5 weeks old. Zion was much earlier to start, but I can’t remember when exactly (that whole first few months is a blur – okay, the whole first year is a blur!). It was so much work teaching the babies how to nurse and making sure there was tons of milk available for them. We returned the medical grade breast pump when the twins were around 6 months old. It was such a relief getting to the point where they were completely breastfed; life got so much easier.

Now, almost 2 years later, they are still going strong.

We have two main nursing spots (but they are not restricted to those places).

At naptime and bedtime we nurse in the comfy chair in their bedroom. I load up with pillows and the babes climb on. I have 4 tiny eyes starring at me. I have 4 chubby hands playing with my shirt, twittling my tag, pulling each other’s hair, or holding each other’s hands. I have 4 feet flailing. Sometimes Zion likes me to hold his feet and sometimes he tries to stick them in my face (stinky, smelly, sweaty feet). Hosanna hangs off the edge of the chair (still hanging on to me “you know where”) and climbs her feet up and down the wall. They snuggle, they cuddle, they get the giggles. I love the peek-a-boos under my shirt and the goofy grins that follow. Oh, and they accidentally bite when they are laughing while you are trying to take a good (and discreet picture).

On the couch they carry the pillows to me and insist that I sit down so they can have a feed. Sometimes they come just for a second to know it’s still there. Sometimes they come for a short nurse when they have ouchies. Sometimes they come if they are thirsty. Sometimes they come for a longer nurse if they just need some down time. They come…

Nursing twins is quite the production, it’s not very discreet, we stay home a lot*, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.

*Just for the record, I have nursed them both at the same time ONCE in public at a mom’s group.

So, what is your experience with breastfeeding? I would love to hear your story.