Last night was the third night in a row that Tammy needed milk (the boys always do). She had already been sleeping through the night for weeks. Not only that, after drinking, she won't let me put her down, even when she has already falling asleep. She starts crying so hard, getting frantic. I tried several times last night, and finally took her to bed with me.

Do you even still want to hear about my nights? It seems that I always start my posts with that. Last night all three needed milk, between 2 and 3 am, one after another.
This morning I had to leave the house at 11 am. That meant Randy had to feed all three today; I did not envy him.

Last night was the toughtest in a long time. Let's see if I can recall everything, with the help of our feeding chart. Emmy was first. I fed him at 11:30 pm. Two hours later - I had just gone to bed - Emmy woke up crying. I tried to comfort him, but it didn't help. He was wide awake, and I picked him up. His crying had woken up Sammy, so I plopped Emmy into Randy's arms (who was already sleeping), and fed Sammy.