What sleep means to me
I am a sleeper. I sleep when life is good, I sleep when life is bad, I sleep when I am depressed, I sleep when I am happy so basically, I just sleep. People over the years have all diagnosed me with something or another in reference to my sleeping issues when in reality, part of the time, I was depressed other times I was simply exhausted and who knows, sometimes I think I slept out of boredom.
But, as any parent of a newborn and you will quickly find out that all that sleeping can’t be stored. No matter how much sleep you have in your reserve tank, it’s all for naught in those first few weeks of an infants life. The around the clock attention that newborns require can put a strain on even the best sleepers.
For me personally, I have a couple of sleeping disorders so it would take me longer to go to sleep than it would for the baby to eat, sleep and get up ready to eat again. And, during the night, once I was awake to feed the little scoundrel, I was wide awake and had to go through the process of “falling asleep” again.
I was lucky that I had a husband who first of all doesn’t require a lot of sleep and due to his tour in wartime, he can sleep with a small war going on right beside him. And, could go to sleep just as easily. Yea, lucky for me he was willing to handle night time sleep duties a lot and let me sleep when I could.
I have one more thought to go with this……keep reading…
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