Like many, my child has a love/hate relationship with sleep. He has slept through the night a mere handful of times in the year of his life. Which means I have slept through the night a mere handful of times. Some days I am a cardboard cutout of myself, barely able to piece together a thought or move or remember to drink water and feed myself. It makes me feel so guilty, too, because on those days I don’t have the energy to be a fun play-on-the-floor mom. I let him explore, give him plenty to do, and I sit back and try to keep my eyes open. I thought that stuff was supposed to be left behind with newborn-hood!
However, for the past two nights my son has slept a little better (1-2 wake-ups vs. 4-5) and I feel WONDERFUL! I’m hoping the trend persists, but typically he does this for a few days and then goes right back to all-nighters. Ugh. For now, I will be SO VERY THANKFUL that I was able to get enough sleep to function as a human being.