I used to think having twins would be really cool -- I want to have two kids, tops, and the idea of getting it all done in one go has a certain appeal. Plus there's the fact that they'd be able to go through school together, and the of course adorable twin outfits.
After having Measure, though, I am amazed that anyone can care for two infants at once and still stay sane. Measure's not a "difficult" baby, but even if they were the best-tempered of babies, two of them would be exponentially more difficult. You've got two hungry little mouths to feed and to wipe when spitup explodes out of them like Mount Vesuvius on a bad day, two little butts that need changing a collective 14-20 times a day, two squirmy bodies to buckle into carseats...just thinking about it tires me out!
So Faye, please pass along to your friend a very old, very traditional Irish blessing which I just made up a minute ago: May her famiy be generous and helpful, her pediatrician friendly and skillful, and her babies happy and peaceful.