Sleep is for the birds.
They say we need 8 hours of sleep a night to function. Or to be healthy. Or something like that.
Well health experts, I’m here to tell you I live off 3-5 hours a night and I’m still alive. Well, I guess I’m breathing so that counts as alive, right?
We had Paislee’s 9 month check up yesterday and her doctor told me she doesn’t need to be eating at night anymore. So the 2-4 times she wakes up? Yep, she just wants to see my beautiful face, snuggle me, or use me for my milk. The doctor’s solution? Let her cry herself back to sleep or have her find some other way to get herself back to sleep….
But either way I lose because I stay awake due to her crying, and if I feed her, she’ll never break the cycle. If I wasn’t so tired, I would think of a logical way to work through this but I’m lucky to be functioning after last night’s middle of the night party so we will cross that bridge another day.
And then there’s the dog. Anyone else’s dog think they’re human and sleep right up next to you in bed? Well my dog sleeps at my feet because my two-almost-three-year-old-man-child is sleeping right up next to my head. I asked him last night if he wanted to sleep in his bed and he said “no mom, I’m sleeping in your bed.” So I asked if I could sleep in his bed (I totally would if it meant sleeping by myself for once) and his response? “No mom, it’s my bed”.. WELL THEN SLEEP IN IT BRO!!
He also woke up every few hours with a belly ache and lucky for me, seemed to be every other hour that his sister decided to wake up. Tons of fun over here people, tons of fun.
So luckily, I’m meeting Amber for COFFEE and a playdate this morning. They say to watch your caffeine intake while breastfeeding but seriously, I would not function without it. Or I would be one mean, mean mama and we wouldn’t want that, would we?!
But hey, we’re all healthy and happy and I guess that’s all that matters. I can sleep when I’m dead. Or when I’m home next month and I’m staying with my parents who will gladly take these gremlins while I catch a few zzzz’s. I’m doing a happy dance just thinking about it!
Oh and my Venti Caramel Macchiato that Amber is meeting me with. And seeing her. Those make me happy too…
Have a great hump day, friends!