Archive for September 30th, 2008

Who needs sleep?

“Well, you’re never gonna get it! Who needs sleep– tell me what is that for?”  BNL

Boy, oh boy do I understand that. I never realized that I could (more or less) function on 4-5 hours of sleep a night. I’m hoping that this gets better before I have to return to work…

Here’s the scenario: all is well, family goes upstairs to watch Law & Order at 9 PM. Grace sleeps like a champ. 10 PM, show’s over and it’s time to change her diaper and put in her into PJs. All goes well with the cooing and wide eyed wonder that we’ve come to love and appreciate in her. I take her into our bedroom to sleep and she goes down easily. She wakes up at 12:30 or so to eat and again, things go well– she eats and then goes right back to sleep. Then 2:30 or 3 AM rolls around and she wakes up hungry again.

This time, there is no easy answer. She’s fussy as she eats, but changing her diaper doesn’t help, rocking doesn’t help, singing doesn’t help (even the Hostile Baby Rocking song), a story doesn’t help, burping doesn’t help and even more nursing doesn’t really help (I can safely say this after 45 minutes of trying something then trying to nurse, trying something new, coming back to nursing). So I try the nasal aspirator– it sucks, but not literally. I end up using a bunched up Kleenex to try to clear her nasal passage, but all this does is end some of the snuffling and make her cry more clear.

By this time, we have moved from the fussy “I’m unhappy” cries into full fledged three six time cries (Uh – Waa – Uh – Waaa) with a very red face indicating that she is no longer just unhappy but wants to report me to Child Protective Services. At this point, I’ve tried everything and it’s 5 AM. I grab a blanket and swaddle her so tightly that I’m impressed that she can still breathe (but she can, as her crying attests) and I put a pacifier in her mouth and hold it there as if I am plugging a dam with my finger. We go downstairs to the jiggly chair and I sit in front of it, holding the pacifier in for dear life and watching as her eyes finally grow droopy and she quiets. I don’t trust picking her up at that point in case we start all over, so I begin looking online for short hair cuts (she has started grabbing my hair when we nurse, and she’s really strong!) and at Locks of Love. I quit in disgust after I measure my hair and realize that I only have 7 of the required 10 inches, even if I go for super short cuts.

By now, she’s been quiet for 20 minutes continuously, so I take my chances and carry her back upstairs to bed (it’s 5:30 AM). She wakes up again about 45 minutes later, hungry (sigh). Fortunately for me, she goes back to sleep pretty readily, but I don’t trust it, so I doze until 7:30 AM fitfully checking in on her periodically. At that point we feed again, and I give up on getting a good night’s sleep. Ah, the rewards of motherhood.

Fortunately, during the day, she naps some, so I am hoping that after lunch I’ll be able to catch a few Z’s while the laundry washes and she’s sleeping. So who needs sleep anyway?


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