...Miles to go before we sleep

Sleep.

Just the word is starting to make me mad. The sleeplesness that comes with having a newborn (can I still call him a newborn?) makes labor seem like a breeze. Even the 36-hour-marathon-labor that Jack's was.


There is just nothing more disheartening than getting ready for bed at night knowing that it will only be a few short hours before you're up again - hardly enough consistent sleep time to make it refreshing. You start to wonder if it's worth trying to doze off at all because you know that as soon as you do, you'll start to hear that "eh eh eh." Each time I hear it, I get a boost of some hormone (adrenaline?) that keeps me up for another half hour at least, even if the baby does settle himself back to sleep, which is rare.

Usually, it goes more like this

"Eh eh eh," pause

(close eyes and pray please God let him go back)

"Eh eh eh eh," pause

(come on, PJ, you can do it)

"Eh eh eh .... WAHHHH!"

(Oh God please make it stop!)

"WAAHHH WAHHH I'm not stopping and I want you to feed me now or at least make my teeth stop hurting or turn me back over on my belly because I rolled over and can't remember how to get back WAAAAAHHH!!!"

(Shuffle shuffle shuffle to baby's room and feed, rock, pat him back to sleep. Shuffle shuffle back to my room, climb into bed beside my sleeping husband, and pray that I'll be able to get 3 straight hours before it happens again.)


Doing this on the first night is sort of dreamy in an I-can't-wait-to-hold-him-again sort of way.

On the 30th night, it begins to wear on you.

On night 131? Torture.


Thankfully, my Mom and Dad have both boys overnight tonight, night 132. Just in time for me to get a decent sleep under my belt before we are off to New England for our friends' wedding.


I think I never want to do this again. Two babies is plenty.


How do the Duggars do it?