All I can say so far is... this is hard. Truly hard. One of our twin boys came home 13 days before the other and I thought this was gonna be easy. Seemed like a peice of cake. Then the other boy came home and man... what a shock. Me and mom try to have shifts. She sleeps from 11pm-12am- to 6am-8am so far as I stay up all night with the kids. I usually go to bed around 8am and get up around 2-3pm. There are some times when they are both peaceful and everything seems great but when shit hits the fan. Man it hits the fan hard. 2 babies screaming for food and you can only feed one. Then try to burp it. Put it down fast and get to the other one and prey the first doesn't freak out before you get done with the other just seems to get to be too much sometimes. I find myself on the verge of a mental breakdown sometimes. This is really starting to take a toll on our mental health. Plus we are starting to argue out of just being crabby and tired which sucks. Doesnt help my wife goes on tik tok and has a panick attack cause some idiot says "this will kill your baby if you do this and that" even though our pediatricians says we are doing perfect. Now I'm starting to have regrets for having twins telling myself things like "I didn't ask for twins... why me" and it makes me feel horrible. I know this is temporary and things "will get better" as people say but I'm just struggling right now.

Maybe I'm just ranting idk. But I need to get this off my chest somewhere.