John is back to work on Monday so we are trying to figure out a routine.Last night I fed the girls (Leah at 9:30pm and Emma at 10pm) and then we swaddled them up and put them to bed in their room. John and I went to bed at 11 and fully expected to be woken up around 2am - in fact we were bartering as to who would do the feed. At 4am I woke up and looked at the clock - my heart pretty much stopped. I woke up John and asked if I had somehow slept through the crying and he said that he hadn’t fed them. Convinced there was something wrong, I rushed into their room and not wanting to take any chances I felt both their foreheads rather than calmly listening for breathing. Of course I woke them both up which meant both John and I had to do the feed but we were both very happy they had gone 6 hours without a peep. They both went back to sleep and didn’t get up til 10am…two 6 hour stretches in a row!

Fingers crossed for tonight!