Sleepless in Ohio
I am sleeping in a recliner, with a small frilly bassinet pulled up to one side, and a makeshift diapering station available on the sofa to my right. I can literally pivot in one direction to pick up the baby, feed at neutral, and pivot right to change a Pamper.
Don’t let the fact that I am sleeping with a bassinet in the room fool you, most of the time we’re in this position.
I don’t plan to be on sofa-patrol much longer, but for now, this arrangement is the most convenient (keeps me near a television, too, so I have some distraction during those late-night feedings), and it also allows Evan and Zach to get some rest at night.
Hey, someone should sleep, right?
Don’t get me wrong, I remembered well what degree of painful sleepiness comes with having a newborn, but the full gravity of it doesn’t kick in until you’re about three weeks in, and on the precipice of a mental breakdown.
Dude, I need a nap.
Honestly, I’ve needed a nap for two years now, and the way things are going, it is going to be another two or three years until I get it!
I do have to say, breastfeeding takes the edge off of the circus that is night time. It is so much easier to just plop baby on a breast than it is to fumble around making bottles all night, while the baby screams her head off waiting.
Breastfeeding is going well, but of course, I still have my insecurities, and I really hope that I can continue to stick with it. I feel proud of myself for making it this far.
So, that’s what is up with me — how are you? How many hours of sleep did you get last night?