Last night I had just gone to bed after 3 am, after feeding the boys, when Tammy started crying. It had not been an hour since she had last had milk. I went to her to stroke her head, but every time I'd walk away, she started screaming. At one point I just lay down as I was so tired, only to get up a little later to try to stroke her head until she'd fall back asleep.

This morning Randy woke me up at 8:20, half an hour before my regular get-up time, as he was about to leave the house and take Sammy to his physiotherapy session. So I had to get up and went downstairs to be with Tammy and Emmy, who were playing and were excited to have me there. Just before 9 am I took them upstairs and made their food and fed them. Then I put them down for their nap, and lay down myself.

Another short night, another tough time getting up in the morning. We fed them at 9 am, and then put them into their beds. This morning they were up a little earlier than usual, at 7 am, so that should have caused them to be more tired. After I put them down, I went back to bed myself. And while I lay in bed in the room right next to them, I hear their crying and whining, and there is a debate going on on my inside on whether to get up and get one to lie down with or not.