My husband left for a vacation just days before my scheduled C-section with our twins—but when he finally came back, his knees were trembling.

Breakfast started at 2:11 a.m.

Another feeding at 4:47.

Laundry never closed.

Room service involved warming bottles.

Entertainment featured two newborns taking turns crying.

The funny part?

Frank treated the chalkboard like the official resort schedule.

Trevor stumbled into the kitchen after another sleepless night. Hair sticking up. Shirt inside out.

Frank continue reading …