Supposedly, breast-fed babies are notoriously poor sleepers compared to their bottle-fed peers. (If this rule is true, there are definite exceptions, like newborn Shea who apparently sleeps 18 hours a night, makes her bed in the morning and puts on a pot of coffee for mom and dad before they wake up.) No such luck here. Our kids have all nursed and none of them have consistently slept more than four hours at a time before demanding a feeding at night. It wouldn't be so bad if it were just one baby, but with two up to the same shenannigans it can mean Mom and Dad only log a few hours of sleep a night in two hour spurts. Well, let me tell you, it's nothing compared to when those same babies begin the weaning process while simultaneously getting their first molars. Those two hour spurts of sleep dwindle to half hour spurts mixed in with some screaming, crying and whining from the babies and screaming, crying, whining and cursing from the parents.
Well last night was a sleeping disaster of epic proportions. The whole night was a blur. It felt like my eyes were closed for all of fifteen minutes. The unfair part about all of this is that the twins can nap the next day while we have to settle for zoning out at work (even after ample energy drink consumption).
I made several pacts with the devil today hoping to secure a decent night of sleep tonight. Here's hoping he keeps up his end of the bargain.