Who needs sleep? Tell me what's that for
Who needs sleep? Be happy with what you're getting
There's a guy who's been awake since the Second World War" -Who Needs Sleep, BNL
And sometimes I feel like that guy. An uninterrupted night's sleep is now long-gone, and I'm starting to forget what it feels like.
Ironically, when I was pregnant, I had the best sleep of my life. Very few of the scary pregnancy dreams, and even when I had to get up to relieve the ever-full pregnant lady bladder, I would blissfully doze off afterward. Granted, toward the end, I had some trouble getting comfortable, but right up until the morning I awoke at 5am with 10-minute-apart contractions, I slept like a frickin' log.
But ever since this adorable bundle of energy and bodily fluids entered my life, sleep has become like science fiction: sounds awesome but you doubt it'll ever happen.
She "sleeps through the night" about 3 times a week, but that's 9pm to 5 am, then back down after a bottle till 6. I sleep from about 10 till 4, when I awaken with raging back pain from sleeping exclusively on my left side. There are two reasons for this, and they are both Maeve. #1: Maeve sleeps with us in a co-sleeper. This goes back to doing what works. It's a nifty little contraption that keeps her on her back and prevents us from rolling over on top of her. However, it takes up about a third of the bed, so DH and I have to sleep on our sides. #2: It's just my left so I can get to Maeve quickly when she wakes up and so I can help her go back to sleep or spring up quickly, like a dozey gazelle, to make her bottle before she starts crying.
So while I gulp down my morning coffee, check Facebook, and give darling M her bottle, I sit with a lovely, vibrating heating pad on my lower back and scheme how I can get Maeve to start sleeping in her crib. Then maybe, just maybe, I can return to my idyllic sleep routine. Someday.
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