Sleep. It’s all I can think about. I want it. It’s the number one thing on my Hanukkah/Christmas list. I’d love to blog about something else, but I’m so sleepy.
Last night I put Baby Bop to bed. I popped my head out to Captain,
“I’m going to bed.”
He glances at the clock.
“Yup.” The thought of doing anything else besides sleeping makes me feel very tired.
Baby Bop gets up four times a night to eat: 11pm, 1am, 3am, 5am. The 5am one may or may not be up for the day. Sometimes I squeak out another hour until 6. On a rare occasion she’ll sleep till 7 or later. In which case I feel like a new woman. Most days I feel like a sleepy sack of boobies.
Also all the times are very approximate. I never have a clear recollection of what happens at night. Some of the night Baby Bop is in her bassinet and some of the night she’s on my boob. Whatever happens, it’s messing with my sleep.
Before Baby Bop, I’d write my blog first thing in the morning, 11am, while I was fresh. Now 11am is the middle of my day and first thing in the morning I do not feel fresh. I do not feel like writing a blog at 5am, but then it doesn’t get any easier at 7am and then by the time 10am rolls around I decide I’ll do it another day.
That’s what happens to other things like cleaning and laundry, but I’ve never felt like I really wanted to do those in the first place.
I’d be resigned to this being what life is like with a baby, but I feel like we’re so close to a solution. Baby Bop eats from one boob per feeding. This happens all day long as well as at night, but I don’t care at 10am when I’m not writing a blog.
If I could get her to eat both boobs, she’d sleep for double the time. Or at least that’s my dream. During the day I offer her the second boob and she arches her back, throws her head to the side and will resort to screaming if I force the issue. At night she feigns deep deep sleep. Which will only last 2 hours.
This morning at 5 am Captain and I lie with a babbling Baby Bop between us. Neither of us is sleeping and neither of us can face the idea of getting out of bed. Captain asks,
“Can she stay here and play in bed?”
Baby Bop screeches. That’s her new skill. I tell Captain,
“Then no one will sleep.”
“Yes, but we’ll still be in bed.”
I am now out of bed and flying to San Diego tomorrow. We’ll see how Baby Bop likes a little jet lag.