Three Months. Twelve Weeks. Eighty-Four Days.

The fourth trimester (as it’s called) is done. We all survived – though I’m guessing that the girls came off better than us. They are the ones after all in charge – we are merely following their lead and trudging behind with the bucket of slops.

Peas in a pod?

Something magical started to happen around week nine. Zoey and Naomi started to drop night feeds. All by themselves. No sleep training needed (not that we would have done so young anyway). And, for the last two weeks they’ve been sleeping till 5-7am. They even started scheduling their own bedtime, and as ever we followed their lead so they now go to bed (in their own beds) around 8-9pm. Since we are in the same room we have to stagger this as Zoey likes to fight her trips to Bedforshire despite much tired wailing and rubbing of eyes. So Naomi still gets to doze on her bouncy chair with her legs jutting off it ‘cos she is so big now.

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Sleep: The New Hope

I really don’t want to tempt fate but we appear to be turning a corner with regard to sleep. The girls have started to sleep for longer stretches at night. It started with three to four hours, then a couple of nights with five hour stretches and THEN the night before last Zoey slept thru. A whole seven hours from midnight to seven. Way to go Zoey!

Zoey the Super Star

Last night it was back to four to five hours but that meant we only had three feeds, and three feeds in a night are NOTHING to twin parents. We’ve had weeks of six plus feeds a night, and the only thing that kept us functioning was IVs of strong La Colombe coffee and the girls cuteness.

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