Last night they slept over 10 hours straight without waking up to eat. They woke up about a half hour before our alarms were scheduled to go off. K didn't wake me up when they got up because my shoulder has a muscle spasm going on and I took a muscle relaxant before bed last night. So when I got up to pump, I walked into the living room to see my husband playing with his two little girls. It doesn't get much better than that.
It's been almost 2 years since I miscarried. I kept a vague notion that it wasn't an end, but rather a very sad delay. I don't know quite how we managed to bitch slap statistics in the face, but I'm so grateful that I never had to give up that delusion.
The girls are each developing at their own rates and in different ways. Charlotte seems to be the first to reach various coordination milestones while Tina favors communication milestones. Charlotte was the first to reach and grab, roll over, and she's recently discovered her feet. Tina was the first to smile, vocalize, and she's still better at blowing raspberries. Charlotte now has 2 teeth while Tina is still just drooling up a storm without much to show for it.
The latest development is that they like holding hands. At first it was just a fluke, but now they seem to be doing it on purpose. Whenever they are near each other, their hands seem to find each other.
This is getting fun!