For three nights in a row now, Mini-Me has slept in a pattern I'm growing really fond of: five hours between 10 PM and 3 AM and another five hours between 4 AM and 9 AM. The hour in between is just the right amount of time for feeding her, changing her diaper, rocking her back to sleep, and pumping breastmilk before I go back to bed. Plus she's been taking a good nap in her swing every morning that runs from one to three hours. I feel like a brand new person.
Yesterday I ran into a father with a six-week-old baby in a bookstore. I asked him how it was going, and he shook his head. "Not well," he said. "We're dying from lack of sleep." I remember a turning point when my body suddenly started dealing well with the amount of sleep I was getting. It's not that we all get enough sleep, but it's astounding how little sleep we seem to need after a period of adjustment...
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