We decided to go for the second child. A twin was born. They gave us the heat. Orals during the day, and especially at night. It was very hard. One night, my husband and I managed to sleep them. He went to the toilet. I wanted to drink. I sit in the kitchen quietly in the dark. He goes out, I am not with the children. Not in another room. I didn’t see the kitchen in the dark. No to the toilet. So it runs through the apartment. Then he runs into the kitchen, turns on the light, his eyes are shy: "I thought you ran away!" Really scared. But to confess, I had that thought.