Morning. Terrible night. Boys up three times (Thomas, with a conviction that 12, 1, and 3 are morning), and Nat (nightmare at four about being forbidden to play in the Muppet's band), plus nursing wakeups for the girls.
On the extreme bright side, the girls have gained nearly a pound each since last week. The doctor said, unbelievingly, "This is just from breastfeeding?"
So yay! Miriam's five and a half pounds and Elizabeth is six and a half.
I need more tea.