One of the toughest things for me about having kids is the impact it has had on my sleep schedule, and my ability to sleep soundly.
If you don’t know me well, you may not know that I love to sleep. There are few things that thrill me as much as a comfy bed piled with heavy blankets, where I can settle in for a long winter’s nap. Prior to having children, I could sleep for 11 or 12 hours at a shot. Since having kids, I’ve noticed that I don’t sleep as soundly, and I wake up more often overnight, even if the kids are sleeping. A typical “good” night of sleep these days is 7 to 7 1/2 uninterrupted hours. D Paul (the husband, to be introduced in his own “meet the cast” post soon), however, can sleep through anything, including all three kids screaming at the top of their lungs. At least that’s what he’s led me to believe…..
Last night I was up twice with the kids, once at midnight, and again at just past 3 a.m. Generally speaking, they are all pretty good sleepers, and don’t wake up in the middle of the night often. Even when they do, it’s typically pretty easy to get them back to sleep so that I in turn can crawl back into my own bed.
Except when they aren’t feeling well. Then all bets are off.
The boys have gotten another cold, and this one has a wicked cough. It’s the kind where once you start coughing, you can’t stop. Q Man was the one up last night at midnight with a coughing fit, and it took a while to get him back down. I crawled back into bed, fell asleep, only to be woken after 3 to the sounds of not one, but TWO boys crying and screaming. Swell.
D Paul was woken up at this point and put to work. After having to switch which boy each of us had (Mr. R was, ahem, UNCOOPERATIVE with daddy)…and having to put Bear back down (who was woken up by the screaming of one Mr. R)…..45 minutes later, I was back in bed.
And then, seemingly 5 minutes later, the alarm.
Ugh. I don’t think I will ever get used to this particular part of parenting.
*note….D Paul arrived home early, and as I and the kids were home early today as well, he let me take a nap for an hour. Bliss. I think I’ll let him keep pretending he doesn’t hear the kids overnight.*