Before his haircut… clearly, it was time.
Every once in awhile, one of my friends talks about how their child didn’t sleep through the night until he or she was four months old and it nearly killed them. Like, the parents in this situation nearly died because they were so tired.
I am so jealous of them. When I think of the things I could do if only I could get enough sleep…
A couple of weeks ago, after YEARS of sustained sleep deprivation, I texted Tony at about 5:15 PM, begging him to come home from work so I could take a nap. I did, then I got up around 7 and ate dinner, then went back to bed around 9 and slept until 9 the next morning, except for the three times I had to get up in the middle of the night to nurse Freddie.
Sure, HE gets plenty of naps.
Yes, he’s still nursing. All night long.
You know, most people get over the “baby brain” thing when their children start sleeping through the night. It’s no wonder I’m such a scatterbrain all the time; I’ve had “pregnancy brain” or “baby brain” for over 7 straight years.
It’s a damn good thing that my children are so cute and lovable because mine are trying to fucking BREAK me. A day in the hospital? A tantrum about wanting to eat “two halves” of a banana instead of a whole banana? Climbing onto the chair and rocking until it falls over every time I turn around? We’ve got it all in this madhouse.
Especially the climbing, both on and in things. Climbing everywhere.
I shouldn’t complain. I mean, just look at these cute boys:
But I sure would like a little more time to read, maybe even relaxingly enjoy some free time, instead of falling onto the couch in an end-of-day stupor, unable to focus on, well, anything.
I try to imagine my life in a few years, when Freddie is finally sleeping through the night and I have all three children in school. I can’t, though, because other than on a few isolated vacations, I haven’t had a full-night’s sleep in so long that I can’t accurately predict what that will feel like. I could be a totally different person! Maybe, underneath these under-eye circles, I’m the type of person who does the NYT crossword every day! Or someone who learns to play the piano in her 40s! Or someone who has time to do volunteer work at the humane society! Or someone who learns a third language! Or someone who gardens seriously!
In all likelihood, behind the sleep deprivation is a mom whose voice is a little less shrill, whose patience is a little more consistent, and whose car is a little less dirty inside. Only time will tell, but I have to live that long, first.