Earlier this evening, Sarah looked over at me and said, “Why do I feel tired? I got a good night’s sleep last night.” I thought aloud, one good night of sleep doesn’t exactly make up for 8 weeks of not-so-good sleep!
For the first time in what seems like ages, but really is only about 2 weeks, Titus went to sleep after every feeding last night. Impressive, isn’t it? He’s been having a bit of a hard time being left alone lately, which isn’t so bad during the day, but results in hourly walks at night.
I have it slightly easier than Sarah, since I possess the talent of falling asleep with the little guy balanced precariously on my chest (the way I slept for half the weekend), but it still isn’t exactly the best way to be well-rested, even for me!
He’s sleeping right now–which is hopefully a harbinger of the rest of the night…as long as I can make it back to the bedroom without stepping on a squeaky floorboard…
Ah – I was just lamenting how little sleep I am getting with an almost 4 week old. Misery loves company so I rejoiced (and empathized) in your post.
The irony of the situation is that we forgot how horrible this stage is and we have more children. I must be insane, I’m on #3…