I have always heard the term, "Oh, I slept like a baby"---exactly what does that mean? Does it mean that you wake up at the most inopportune times? Sleep for a few hours and awake screaming for a bottle? Wake as soon as your sweet mother falls asleep? UGH.
First of all--if you don't know me very well, I need to tell you something. Sleeping in, for me, is the most glorious thing in the world. When I have the opportunity to sleep in, nothing else matters. All I care about it getting to stay asleep. Falling asleep has always been difficult for me. But sleeping in--late into the morning---ah! That's just heaven! When I was six, my mom and dad had to come wake me on Christmas morning to tell me that Santa had come! I told them that the presents would still be there later, promptly rolled over, and fell asleep again. In the mornings, I am constantly running late because EVERY morning, it is quite possibly the most difficult feat of my life to drag my body out of bed. What can I say, I am a sucker for sleeping in.
In college, I adopted a puppy--Molly. I was convinced that she was my puppy soul mate because at 8 weeks old, she slept until 10am and didn't wake me until she REALLY had to use the potty. I was in love. I would get up, let her potty, and return to bed--and so would she! :)
I knew that when I became a mommy, I would have to kiss this love affair goodbye. Babies don't "sleep in"--I knew this. I had fully prepared myself for this. I had prepared myself to have to get up with him in the beginning. I knew I would be getting up to feed him for a couple of months. However, I had optimistically hoped that my son would take after me. I was sleeping through the night--12 hour stretches at three weeks old. THAT is how much I LOVE sleep. I thought, perhaps, he would be a good sleeper.
Cue the Ruiner of Things. My munchkin is still not consistently sleeping through the night. We had a spell for about a week and a half where he would sleep great. The past few nights, it's back to the old routine. Up an hour or so after I fall asleep to eat.
I was not ready for this. Six months later, and I'm still having to get up. I feel violated. This interrupted sleep is really starting to get to me.
One day, I'll look back and miss this, right? I'll just keep telling myself that. :)
I know that in the grand scheme of things, it's no big deal. I love that little boy so much. He's such a blessing from God. I love being his mommy, and I'm so thankful that he is happy and healthy. But I am le tired...