I think the lack of continuous sleep is starting to get to me. Last week, Chris said that while I was sleeping the other night, I whispered to him in that creepier than humanly natural kind of way, "Come heeeere", while coaxing him to me with my index finger. He was afraid to get up for fear that I might begin spewing pea soup or find Hannah walking on the ceiling. And then last night, I apparently slept walk. Chris said I got up to tend to our crying child, only after dragging my pillow into the living room and stuffing one of my shirts into its case. Next, I picked up one of the decorative couch pillows and put it in Hannah's crib. I then unswaddled her, changed her diaper and woke up as I put her in my confused husband's lap, who was waiting on the couch nearby in case I needed help.
What in the world??? I have absolutely, positively no recollection of any of this whatsoever. How insane am I?
I'm so ready for Hannah to start sleeping through the night so I can start sleeping through the night, if not for my own sanity but for Chris'. Since she was born, he's actually sent me back to bed a few times because apparently I can be pretty worthless in the middle of the night, sleeping on the couch while he does all the work. I have to say that at times, waking me is near impossible. He might as well have two babies to care for. My poor, sweet husband. Do I get any cred for growing and delivering her? Maybe?
I feel like she's on the brink of making it through the night, though. Sleep cometh soon!
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That's pretty funny, and though I'm not a mom I know a little about what you mean.
Larissa often relates tales of my tending to Shaye in the middle of the night that I cannot remember. I've told her she should abuse this amazing gift as much as possible before I snap out of it.
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