Whenever I mentioned in a conversation that I was pregnant, the reaction was usually the same. They would offer their congratulations and well wishes, but then they would make some comment about how much sleep I would not-be-getting for the rest of my life. With a newborn at home, their warning seemed very true. Children are not automatically programed to know the difference between night and day and they have other late night needs too like bottles, diaper changes, and a little love.
I totally appreciate that my son did not have any issues that made night time difficult or stressful. Like me, he likes routines. He only cried when he wanted something and averaged two or three feedings a night. The effort of a nighttime feeding was enough to pacify him until his tummy wanted more hours later. Burping was never an issue either.
After mom adjusted to being responsible for putting someone else to bed before she could do the same, we developed routines and other sleeping cues. Occasionally we make adjustments, but a night or two later the routine becomes habit. We have adjusted feedings, bedtimes, evening activities, and bedroom set-up. One of the most important changes we have made to ensure a good night’s sleep, is utilizing a floor bed and providing him with a room that is toddler friendly.
I’m almost afraid to acknowledge how well my son sleeps. Every mom should be warned that when she dare speak of how well her child is sleeping, a hole will rip through time and space and the child will not sleep so-well. If I am Tweeting at 3am, you’ll know why. But despite my son sleeping very well, I’m not sleeping so much.
For as long as I can remember, I have been so bothered with my own thoughts that I have had to fall asleep with a television on to distract me. That changed when life itself started making me too tired to think. But now I obsess over to-dos, unknowns, and wondering why my child IS sleeping. It is ironic that I do not sleep because my child is sleeping so well. When I feel particularly alert I’ll quietly check on him to verify all is well, then return to my own bed to ponder how silly it is that I am still awake. In that moment when sleep and I are reunited, inevitably I hear my son on the baby monitor as he wakes up. I estimate at this point I have lost three weeks of sleep due to my own obsessing over why my son is sleeping well.
Nobody ever said being a mom is easy. If growing a person is not work enough, trying to find normal again is.
5 Reasons Why Mom Isn’t Sleeping
1. Using mathematics to calculate the amount of baby wipes remaining into how long you can procrastinate before purchasing more.
2. Wondering why the baby IS sleeping so well and obsessing over each and every sound that might wake them.
3. Pondering if missing pacifiers go to the same place where missing socks do.
4. Trying to remember where you took your bra off out of desperation.
5. Being angry with dad for getting sleep.
What keeps you up at night?
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