People who say they sleep like a baby usually don’t have one. ~Leo J. Burke
Mr Handsome is an x-amount of weeks old today (I stopped counting somewhere around 16 weeks, I think) but on Monday he is turning 5 months. For the last five months I have often wondered what it would feel like to sleep through the night again. You know, that sleep where you hit the pillow and then wake up again as the alarm sounds. It was such a normal thing in my life that I never realised how deeply I needed it.
[S]leep, and enough of it, is the prime necessity. Enough exercise, and good food and enough, are other necessities. But sleep—good sleep, and enough of it—this is a necessity without which you cannot have the exercise of use, nor the food. ~Edward Everett Hale
For five months now I have been dreaming of a good night’s rest. In the beginning Mr H needed his feed every 2/3 hours. Then over Christmas we stretched it to every 4/5 hours – twice a night. And somehow I got used to waking up two to three times at night. I got so good at it, that I was able to get up early and take no naps during the day. About two weeks ago, we moved the little man to his own room. He didn’t need to feed as often anymore, but he didn’t sleep at night. He would play for hours in his cot keeping himself and myself awake. (My husband has the amazing ability to sleep through it…) I thought if he was in the other room, I wouldn’t hear… Of course my body has gotten into the stupid routine of waking up at around 2am every night.. so I’d lay awake, listening to his quietness. By the time I fall asleep, he needs his feed.
If you can’t sleep, then get up and do something instead of lying there worrying. It’s the worry that gets you, not the lack of sleep. ~Dale Carnegie
And so on Tuesday night, Mr H slept through from 10pm to 6am when he started whining for his feed. He was totally chilled and happy but poor me. I was awake at all the normal times; listening. The call only came at 6am… a relief, but I was tired… Dead tired.
So last night I hit the sack at around 10pm and did not wake up again until our alarm went off at 6am. I slept through! The initial shock was incredible. Is my son ok? Why didn’t I hear him? Of course, he was already wide-eyed and smiling waiting for mom. He was OK and so was I. And so life starts again…
Sleep… sleep while you can and never use the saying: “sleep like a baby…” Babies don’t sleep – not for long anyways.
The bed is a bundle of paradoxes: we go to it with reluctance, yet we quit it with regret; we make up our minds every night to leave it early, but we make up our bodies every morning to keep it late. ~Charles Caleb Colton