Well, last night was a bit horrendous. It was Topsy's turn to be the squeaky wheel, so lots of inconsolable crying unless she was being fed. It ended up being a rotation of feed Topsy until she fell asleep, cuddle her for about twenty minutes to make sure she could be put down in the cot, feed Tim, cuddle him, close my eyes when both of them were down, and then two minutes later Topsy would start screaming, P would try and comfort her, Tim would then wake up and cry and I'd comfort him, then repeat. We had a 5am argument about who'd had the least sleep* when I asked P to take a screaming Topsy out of the room for twenty minutes so I could try and get a tiny bit of sleep.
Tonight has to be better, right?
*Clearly me, as P could sleep through the feeding.