Last night it was Emmy who needed milk and Sammy who slept through. I'm so conditioned to feeding Sammy at night that I woke up and jumped out of bed twice, thinking I heard him cry, but it wasn't true. When he finally did need milk after 4 am, I decided to feed him even though Randy's shift starts at 4, so that Randy gets more sleep. That allowed him to sleep until 6, when Tammy woke up hungry.

Last night Sammy needed food, and Emmy at 10 pm. Tammy woke up extra early, after she had woken up extra late yesterday.
Today was a tough day for me, got a little cry in when all the pressure and stress seemed to crush me. Randy took Sammy to physiotherapy this morning and I stayed home with Tammy and Emmy. After the difficult time last night, when I was home alone with two crying kids, I found myself once again in the same situation. It's all a blurr now, and I don't remember any details.

Last night both boys needed feeding at 3 am, one waking up the other. And Tammy slept extra long and drank her first bottle really late.
As soon as I got up, I went into overdrive getting everything done, so that we could leave right after all five of us had eaten lunch. We wanted to go to Lutz/Möbelix/Mömax, furniture stores, to look at kitchens one more time.