A puffy-hearted state of mind: Recollections of their 1st Month

It seems like yesterday when they were still in my tummy. And just like that, they were turning a month old. Yes, a month. That quick. Since the day they were born, there were a lot of fond memories. Memories that had me thinking now, "How did I do it?" Of course, I have to give credit to my mother-in-law who was with us from the time I gave birth until now. But, thinking about the pressures of a first-time mom is something. Being a first-time mom to twins, I believe, is on a whole new different level. Still, this is a recollection I have of their milestones from Day 1 till their 1st month which I want to embed forever in this little nook in cyberspace.

We left them at the hospital for three days. During those times, I would go to the hospital and give the nurses my expressed milk and even breastfeed the babies directly, loving every moment of it.
They were brought home on March 5, 2012.
Day 1 at home was a real "eye-opener". On their 1st night, I thought being able to express milk was enough to keep them full. Little did I know, my milk was not enough at that time. They would sleep while being breastfed but a few minutes after they were put in the crib, they would wake up, cry and demand to be fed. I thought my milk supply would be infinite. Unfortunately, it wasn't. The daddy had to go out and buy distilled water for their infant formula. That was already 4am and I only slept for an hour. That was the start of my 4-hour interrupted sleep for the next months.
This was when my love-hate relationship for infant formula started. Love since sometimes, it could be my savior especially if I run out of milk (yes, that I think can happen if you're feeding twins). And hate, because I know that it is not 100% good for them turning me into a strong advocate for breastfeeding.
The day when we realized Ariana has not pooped for 6 days, making us rush three times to the pediatrician. Apparently, this was an effect of infant formula.
Knowing the effects infant formula had on my babies made me exert more effort in producing breastmilk. Thus, my malunggay weeks came to be and I was happy with the support my family gave.
Noticing on their 2nd week at home that they already gained weight.
Morning sunbathing sessions for their yellowish skin
Noticing their tensed and red faces when they're trying to push out their poo making us, again, rush to the pediatrician to know why these things happen to babies.
And last but not least, celebrating their 1st month in this world.

Yes, all these were jotted down on my journal and I am happy I did since this is a recollection now that, as of writing, they are on their 4th month.