So call it a series of things I learned. Like I said, if seeing my life lessons on a post is too much, it will probably be all out of my system in a few weeks. Check back.
You can't do it all.
This may seem like a 'duh' lesson. Of course you can't. But I tell you, I had moments of panic. Especially when the wee ones started to eat with their mouths. I only had so many milk receptacles. I only had so many arms. It was different when they were still growing in their boxes and I wasn't allowed to handle them all day. I had plenty of arms for that. But then they started needing more and more. By the time I had worked with one baby, trying to get them to open and swallow and breath all at the same time, another baby was already overdue to eat. There were never enough minutes. At some point during this phase of "now we really need our mommy," I realized I was never going to be able to feed each baby each time they needed to eat, and eat myself and sleep and shower and be a wife and plant a garden and make homemade baby clothes from fair trade organic cotton. It just wasn't going to happen.
I was never going to be able to do it all.
So I do what I can, trying to put the most important things first. My babies are clean and fed. Yesterday my house looked like a indoor tornado went room to room with no mercy. There was no way I was going to clean every room by dinner. So I played with the babies and had a minute to clean one room. My six foot by six foot back entry/laundry room looked quite spiffy by dinner. Don't ask me what I did with the piles of laundry that usually occupy that space. But each time I went in there yesterday, it felt good. I'm still working on the rest. Eh, it'll happen.