I feel like that should be the title of a horror movie: Two Kids Teething At Once (accompanied by a screaming face of despair). Forgive me the dramatics, but I am nearing on 3 weeks of terrible sleep and last night was possibly the worst yet… Although they’re all blurring into one at the moment.
What’s funny, as I said to Mark this morning (and it is funny in the least ha-ha sense possible) is that I keep thinking it couldn’t get any worse. When Arthur was teething as a 6 month to one-year-old we were so dang tired I thought that was as bad as it got. But then! Throw in Ella teething in the same way (despite me making countless eyelash wishes that she would be an easy teether) and add Arthur waking up once or twice in the night and at the crack of dawn because life has been too exciting lately, and it gets worse. But then! Add in Arthur’s final molars deciding to make an appearance and it gets much, much worse.
What we have right now is two kids waking up 2 to 3 times a night each, very early morning wake-ups, and a large dose of grumpiness and clinginess in the day. Times two. How do moms of twins cope? Seriously. I have no idea.
I always know it’s been a bad night when I feel a compulsion to share the wake-ups the next morning. I know nobody cares, but humour me because the total lack of symmetry is almost funny. Again, in the least funny way possible. I was asleep by 8.30pm, a feat I didn’t know was possible a few years ago. Ella woke up at 10.30pm and 2.30am. Arthur woke up at 12.30am and 5.15am. They were both up for the day at 6am. You see what they did there? Sliced up the only good chunks of sleep neatly into 2 hour segments. Very tidy!
My sister-in-law once told me that to feel sane you need to have 4 hours of uninterrupted sleep, and she’s right. Anything less and your head is foggy and unable to function (that’s me this morning). At the moment, I start each night wishing for a good night. Then, once one of the kids have woken up, I adjust my wish to a good night for the other child. Then, once that one’s out the way and we’re nearing the tricky 2am mark, all I wish for is 4 hours uninterrupted. And then I stop wishing…
And I know, I know, we’re in the trenches. This is what people mean when they say that two kids under 3 is so hard. This, and the fact that the whole morning both kids only wanted me. I promise I am being as unlikeable as possible (ha!) but obviously when you’re sore you want your mama.
This too shall pass, this too shall pass, this too shall pass. One day we will sleep again. (Won’t we?)