I stay up much of the night with Zayha. He starts in the co-sleeper, then joins me in bed around 2:30. We eat, and he falls asleep against me just like he is with Jamie above.
He wakes up again around 4:30; I roll him onto my hip to burp (or river), then roll him to my other side for the next snack.
Repeat at 6:30 and 9:30. Then I get to dream until 11 or noon.
Fortunately, sleep deprivation is always my favorite high at festivals.
Unfortunately, a month of it changes things a little. I can do basic things like load the dishwasher, but I can’t focus on anything that moves my career & income forward. All my time is spent feeding, burping, soothing, changing, and staring into his eyes. I have to wear him in a sling all day while he sleeps. He’s only awake a few hours, and can only entertain himself for less than an hour. And when he’s asleep and I try to put him down, he usually wakes up crying in a few minutes.
After a month of this, it occurs to me that this is nature’s way of ensuring that moms don’t ignore their infants to the point of neglect or worse. If I didn’t have sleep deprivation limiting my ability to function in my Type-A way, I’d be working 12 hours a day as usual, with Zayha being a peripheral concern.
By being tired and semi-delirious, my baby gets all my attention so he can grow up trusting and loving, knowing mommy is there for him at all times.
Yay Mother Nature!