Mommy lesson #2 - Nothing said between the hours of 11pm and 4am counts. No, you are not allowed to bring up anything said or done during this time and pick a fight the next morning. It's off limits.
Yes, indeed, we know full well here in the Bunker house that sleep deprivation can make you say and do some not so pleasant things. Being jolted from sleep by a little screaming ball of anger who wants to be fed NOW would make any normally rational person just a tad bit loco. I have been so tired some nights, that I have actually found myself standing in the middle of the kitchen only to scratch my head and wonder "what the hell am I here for again? Oh right...the dictator demands food."
When Grace was a baby and still getting up in the middle of the night, Pat and I would actually lay there and try to convince each other that it was the other's turn to get up. Yup...we would spend as much time arguing about who should get up and feed the baby as it would have probably taken to just get up and do it already. I didn't say it was mature, or even logical...but it was the middle of the FREAKING night.
I really shouldn't bitch and whine too much. Grace was a great sleeper. She was sleeping through the night around 10 weeks. Most of my mommy friends would look a little homicidal when I told them this information (again, there is the irrational reaction of a sleep deprived person..see a theme developing here?). But my little Patrick is a different story. He is about to be four months old and we are still getting up just about every three or four hours to feed. I feel bad for myself just writing it.
I know, I know. He is still little. And frankly, I have to hand it to the dude. He is ALL business in the middle of the night. He cries and whines until we go get him. He doesn't even bother to open his eyes, he drains the bottle and is back to sleep. He's got an appetite. He's definitely our boy. Plus, no matter how much it sucks to get up, the kid is just so freaking cute that kissing that little face makes it all worth it.
Although, that face would be just as cute in the morning after a solid eight hours of sleep. Just sayin'...
Getting up during the night this time around is a little easier. Maybe we lost our will to fight each other in the middle of the night. Maybe we just knew what to expect, or that we are used to less sleep now anyway. I mean, before I had Grace I could sleep for 14 hours straight and not bat an eye. I one hundred percent admit I am a girl who likes my sleep (and doesn't do too well without it.) Just ask my husband.
But this too shall pass. And we will all sleep again...please God.
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