In the last post, I ended by saying that the twins had slept 6 hours straight on Saturday night. Well, that wasn't the whole story.
Let's go back a day. On Friday night, the twins slept for seven straight hours! Wes and I were so excited when we woke up and realized how long it had been. We fed the twins and went back to sleep for what we hoped would be at another 4-6 hours. You know, since they had just slept for seven! Nope. We were awoken just 2.5 hours later by both babes, who were acting as if they were starving to death (you know, cause we never feed them). During the day on Saturday, they were back to their usual routine- eating every 3-4 hours with 1 or 2 brief 2.5 hour stretches thrown in there at some point. On Saturday night, while we were putting them in their PJs, we joked about how funny it would be if they did it again. Excited with the thought, we changed, fed, and burped them. Then, we quickly put them to sleep.
Much to our surprise, they slept for six hours! We were elated. Unfortunately, that euphoria did not last for long. Actually, it only lasted three more hours. They were up again. Change, feed, burp, and back to sleep. The rest of the day, we were back to feeding them every three hours. On the dot.
Even though we didn't want to get our hopes up too soon, we thought that maybe, just maybe, this might be a taste of what was to come. We were right. It was a taste. But just a taste.
So maybe it's not actual punishment, but it's definitely cruel and unusual.