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After 45 minutes of trying to get Brodie and Lucas to fall asleep, I finally gave up and put them to bed in their cribs and let them cry themselves to sleep.  No matter what I tried, I couldn't soothe them.  Those last 15 minutes of listening to them both cry was painful, and seemed like it lasted for hours.  Once the house was silent, I couldn't resist going into their nursery to check on them.  I had to make sure they were still breathing and comfortably asleep in their cribs, even though it meant taking the chance of waking them up again.
Lucas was asleep, but sobbing every other breath.  Brodie was asleep, with his hands covering his eyes, and his head pressed ever so slightly up against the rails of his crib.  I was relieved to see them sleeping, but still feel horrible that I put them through having to cry it out to get them to fall asleep. 
For the last few weeks, my husband has been arriving home earlier from work.  Together we have been bathing the boys, and then getting them ready for bed.  It has turned into a family routine.  I take one twin and nurse him to sleep.  My husband takes the other and they spend snuggle time together.  Each night, we switch, which twin gets to nurse to sleep first.  Apparently, Brodie ad Lucas have really gotten use to the one on one time with mommy and daddy each night. 
Tonight, my husband went to the bike shop after work, then to get gas, and now it is almost 8:30 PM, and he's still not home. 
Bath time starts at 6 PM, one on one time starts at 6:30 PM, and usually Brodie and Lucas are both happily asleep by 7 PM.  No the case tonight.  I bathed them together myself.  Got them ready for bed myself.  Tried to nurse them to sleep together.  Tried to rock one to sleep, while the other played on the floor. Tried to nurse one while the other played in the other room.  Tried to hold both of them together and sing nursery songs.   I tried and tried.  Nothing worked.  They just kept getting more upset the more I tried.  I knew they were both tired, as it was now almost an hour past their regular bedtime.  So, I finally let them cry it out. 
I know when they wake up they'll both be happy and smiling.  But I still feel like a horrible mom.   Even though this was a tough decision to make, I feel like it was the right decision.