Seems like my past few posts would show that life is getting back to normal. That we are running around all day doing fun kid activities and I am sleeping again.

Let me assure you, I am still completely sleep deprived. I’m still waking up as little as three or as much as six times a night. Every night I go to sleep praying for a longer stretch from the twins. On a fluke one night Sam slept 8 hours. Unfortunately Aaron woke every 3 hours that same night. Most nights I try to bath and feed the twins, topping up with as much formula as they will take around 6 or 7 pm. By 8 or 9 I hope they will fall asleep enough for me to transfer them to the crib. Some nights it works, some nights I end up on the couch at 10 or 11 at night with a baby on top of me, too tired to try again. Most nights they will give me a longer stretch in the beginning, 4 or 5 hours. Unfortunately I’m not sleeping then, the older boys are still awake. Even if Adam is home putting the older boys to bed, the twins don’t fall asleep right after their big feed, they stay awake for an hour or more, begging to be held. By 5 or 6 am at least one of the kids has woken me up for the morning.

I’m starting to think I’d make a great P.O.W. (Prisoner of Wellspring!)

Still, I don’t want to spend every day missing out on all the fun things the older kids are doing, so my first priority is to do something with them every day. Second comes napping. If we do a big activity during the day or I have a lot of errands, no nap.

Today we met my friend Pam at Fellger Park in the morning. When we came home and I snuck an hour nap in with the twins on top of me while Kristen entertained the older boys downstairs.

With the Camerons at Fellger Park

Yesterday Kristen took the older boys to the Children’s Museum in the morning while I napped. In the afternoon I joined the boys at the park.

Like anything else in life, you get used to it. I reach a point of exhaustion, I schedule naps. I’m still tired, but it’s a little better. Then it starts again.

The twins are six weeks old, Jack and Ben didn’t give me a stretch of sleep longer than 3 hours for 8 months. I’m hoping the twins (at least one of them!) will do better but I’m preparing for the worst.