Saturday, April 07, 2007

Correction

Remember what I said last week about enjoying nighttime feedings and how pleasant the evenings had become?

Clearly, I was tempting the fates. TheGirl has suddenly begun waking up four, five, even six times a night and, thus, so have I. She must be going through a growth spurt, because she seems hungry each time. Last night, we put her down at 9:30. She woke up at midnight, 1:30, 2:30, 4:30 and 6. It's only been a week, and yet ...

Pre-baby, I had this fairly common dream in which Judybat and I were in the mood to, you know, but we couldn't find any place with privacy. The dream consisted of my increasingly frustrating efforts to find a nice, quite spot for some adult alone time. I'm having the same dream these days -- except now I'm exhausted, and all I want is a nice, quiet place to sleep.

What's really frustrating is the regression we're seeing. From six weeks to two months, TheGirl slept through the night, midnight to 7 or even 8 a.m. Then she started waking up once. Now ...

Dang. It's a good thing she's cute.

8 Comments:

Blogger Lissajeen said...

I dreamed last night that you guys had 21 children. What do you think? Possible? Only 19 more...
Hang in there! :)

6:39 AM  
Blogger AnnaRay said...

Pardon me while I running screaming in terror from the computer.

10:19 AM  
Blogger V said...

They are cute so we don't feel like smothering them. It's a fact. Sleep is the new "you know what"...everyone wants it and doesn't get as much as they'd like. I'm telling you. I dreamt the other night that I had fed the baby when I had, in fact, not. I woke up to a screaming baby and to the twin terrors that happen when one goes too long without engaging the lac-u-tron 5000. OW OW OW OW OW! Then what do you do? Feed the screaming baby or tend to your own twin miseries? When baby won't nurse consistently it is a real dilemma. My MIL likes to remind me in moments like that, ones of sheer desperation and general freaked-outed-ness that "he doesn't MEAN to pee in your hair/poop onto your hand/throw up onto your neck..." Thanks, lady. I thought it was all out of spite. Wow, I sound like Oscar the Grouch!

12:18 PM  
Blogger AnnaRay said...

Ha. You're still at the point where the kid doesn't realize you're separate beings yet. So he actually doesn't mean to poop, pee, vomit on himself.

I crave sleep the way I used to crave love and acceptance.

2:46 PM  
Anonymous L-N said...

I know it is difficult when you are going through it, but it goes by so fast and then you'll miss it. The good news is you won't really remember the endless sleepless bad nights, just the fondness of the peace and quiet and holding them in the peace and quiet. It sort of like labor pains. Did it really hurt? However, if you remember the pain then you are still too close.

3:23 PM  
Blogger AnnaRay said...

I'm pretty sure I will never forget that labor hurt.

5:05 PM  
Blogger V said...

Labor? There was no labor for me, only nice morphine in the spinal thingy and a very cute anesthesiologist who dutifully assisted me at the time of baby extration. It was really top-notch and I would do it again in a second. This sleepless nonsense is another story!

2:37 AM  
Blogger V said...

Did y'all see the article in NYTimes today about Portland? Here you are:

http://travel.nytimes.com/2007/04/15/travel/15hours.html?em&ex=1176609600&en=7b6ed8f1b6a2260f&ei=5087%0A

Enjoy!

12:36 PM  

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