Night time is hard, but so far I don't think it's any harder having twins than having one baby would be.
We'd be up all night anyway.
But when the babies wake up at 7am and the early morning light is coming in the widow, then I forget how hard the whole night was and am perfectly content to sit on the armchair in the room and sleep with my babies breathing heavy on my chest.
Did I mention that my babies are perfect? Perfect, sweet smelling, sweet tempered, fuzzy headed, snuffley, snuggley and warm.
Micah is the baby with the pointy little ear.