Well, Monday morning sunrise led into Tuesday morning sunrise. I know the twins have some secret language that only they understand. Sometime yesterday they apparently colluded to have a growth spurt last night, in sync. After the 12 am feeding Heather went to bed and I stayed up to pull the “First Shift” so Heather could get a bit of sleep between feedings. I was back and forth between the bed and the twins every 5 minutes or so. Great. Once this dance had gone on for 30 minutes or so I decided to take the kids downstairs so Heather could sleep peacefully. She’s been such a trooper thus far and definitely deserved a break for at least one night.
About an hour in, neither twin was consolable. Both rooting each time I picked them up. Ok. Half a bottle each then. That solved the issue until the next official feeding at 3 am. They slept fitfully off and on until then. After that feeding, which takes around an hour to feed both kids, Sam had no intention of going back to sleep. We had to do laps (me walking, Sam along for the ride) of the butcher block (it’s 18 square feet) in the kitchen. Many laps later he was finally asleep. That must have been 5ish. I didn’t see any point in trying to get any sleep at that point since the next feeding was at 6.
Heather came downstairs just as I was waking Sam back up in the middle of his feeding. Asked if I had gotten any sleep. No. Definitely growth spurts. Said I brought them downstairs so she could sleep the night. She said that made her feel guilty. I told her not to worry. No guilt was necessary. She’d been working so hard with the kids and she absolutely deserved it. Not all gifts can be bought at a store. She’s downstairs now with the young’uns making sure they don’t get their days and nights mixed up. Probably singing a song or two.
Dad is flying in late this afternoon. He hasn’t seen the twins in person yet, and I can’t wait!!
But I will. I need a bit of sleep. Night all!
Ok, one more thing. Thanks to all those friends before me who say “It will get better” “sleep is overrated”, etc. I hate to say it, but it hasn’t really been that bad for me. One of my pain management medications for my back is also prescribed as an anti-depressant. I’m on even keel. 
Which is one reason why I really want to help Heather in anyway I can. She’s been without most kinds of medications for over nine months. The least I can do is share the benefits of my meds to better her day.
Ok, really, good night. Err… Morning.
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