The first night was surprisingly rough and, as expected, the fault of the adults. In short, the room was too cool. Beresh, true to his style, mostly managed the hardhsip stoically, with an occasional shiver and a whimper. Zev (who has a bit harder time maintaining body temp) had to resort to yelling for about an hour and a half at his thick-sculled father. I finally figured it had to be cold, by eliminating feeding and diapers, and they clearly did not have a fever.
Once I figured out what was up, things went better: Beresh got an extra swaddle and a super-warm blanket, and Zev spent some quality skin-on-skin time with daddy (who happily, if not smartly) caught a few zz's of his own.
By next feeding we were back to the "nicest twins I've ever met" picture, with the room a couple of degrees warmer and extra blankets all around. By the time mommy took over the post-feeding watch, it was hard to imagine that the two snoozing angels kept daddy pacing between 2 and 3:30, talking them into not waking mommy up.
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