Twins are so, so hard in the first year. I had mine first (and second, lol) - I can't imagine having them 9th and 10th. I can't remember where I heard or read the nugget that having baby twins is like being out at sea in a sinking lifeboat - you can't think of anything else besides bailing out water. My boys were 31-week preemies, but otherwise healthy and normal. We did a month in the NICU, and then they wore monitors for a few months. I got very lucky in that, by the time they came home, they were on a strict feed/sleep schedule thanks to the gorgeous, angelic nurses, and so they cried very little and our sleep interruptions were anticipated and able to be shared predictably.
There is no way - NO WAY, N O W A Y - that Braggie is going to handle the work of twins (again!) at her age, with her level of patience and humility (zip), and lack of willingness to let nonessential stuff like a perfect house and Insta-ready siblings go.
Do you guys think she will have Ezra and Simon actually help with nighttime duties? I assume she will tandem nurse, but what about diapers? Random outbursts? You know Shawn can't be bothered. And I don't know the consensus here, but I can only imagine what will happen to Abbie on 3-5 hours of sleep, no "Body Pump," being a nonstop milk factory, and having all those other littles underfoot. I know we joke about her being crazy, but I legitimately see warning signs for literal child abuse, neglect, and post-partum psychosis.