“People who say they sleep like a baby usually don’t have one.” ~Leo J. Burke
I used to have that baby. The one those people were talking about.
A baby who slept for seven hours when he was 4 weeks old. A baby who slept so well overnight I would wake up desperate to feed him. A baby who slept so much I worried something was wrong.
But I broke that baby.
Now my baby wakes up, a lot.
He wakes up and cries and cries.
He wakes up his brother, and his sisters.
Now sleep is precious and what little time I have when he is asleep is carefully measured out between all the tasks that are best done with two hands and without him on my hip.
Now my brain is fuzzy and my words are jumbled and I forget what day it is and who has show and tell and if I fed anyone yesterday.
Now I am pacing the floor in the wee small hours of the night whispering to myself… “This too shall pass…”