Did I really just type that I was "born to be a twin mom" and that things were going really well and it felt "good?"
I most definitely jinxed myself, because last night was our
worst night yet. Sam and Anna tag-teamed us from our attempt to put them to sleep at around 10 pm all the way until 5 am.
Seriously.
It started with what we think was/is a gas issue with Sam. Because it kept bothering him, we started dealing with an extremely overtired little baby. His screams kept waking Anna up, which created another extremely overtired little baby. Those same screams also created one massive migraine that made me physically ill.
Not a good combo at all. I left my husband on his own amidst all the screaming from 2-3 am so I could get a little sleep to hopefully make the migraine go away. At 3, I relieved him so he could sleep for 4 1/2 hours before leaving for work. After feeding both babies about 4 am, I think I reset their internal clocks because both babies were able to fall asleep (Praise God!) But albeit, not in the bassinet but in a swing and bouncy chair- for two reasons: so my husband could really sleep and in the hopes that keeping them upright would help. Then I crawled onto the couch for a blessed 2 1/2 hours of continuous sleep. The screaming was finally over.
We consulted our friend, my "expert" mommy of 4 children- and she said that the third week is sort of a "wake up week." Fussiness starts ... Babies are waking up and becoming less of a newborn at this point. They're becoming aware of new sensations and stuff ... and this is when gas issues often surface.
So today we are armed with Mylicon drops and ready to face another night. Sam and Anna have been relatively good today (especially compared to last night) with minor fussy episodes. We are both crossing our fingers, hoping and praying not to have a repeat performance tonight!