I was positively hounded by the twins today.
They are experiencing a growth spurt, or at least that is how I am defining the fact that they wake every two hours at night to nurse and barely sleep during the day. This has been going on for the last week.
Today, while I was on the phone, they were both screaming. Not being able to handle both and the phone (I'm not that talented), I put one down in one room and worked on calming the other elsewhere in the house. Then, to the tune of blood curdling screams, I'd put the oh-so-temporarily calm one down to get the screamer.
Screaming because the air hurts them. Or maybe an insufficient supply of Being cuddled, but not by you! Not like that! Where's the milk?! I want something that you don't have/can't get/make!
You know, screaming because they are infants. Le sigh.
Talk, nurse (or attempt to), listen to screaming, swap out Calm Baby who becomes Screamer Baby and repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
I'm tellin' you: I need a Pause button and a Volume control.
Sorry about the screamin' Elisava!