You know how much sleep new moms get right? Well, the ones that don't use sleep training anyway. This isn't about sleep training the Angel, so I don't need any advice there. But thanks all the same :)
The way I figure it, I'm still a new mom.
Do you know how much sleep the new mom of a sick baby gets? It is like taking the amount that she normally gets (which isn't much), and dividing it by a kajillion. Or thereabouts. You can round it off if you feel like.
Did I mention that it is winter?
One thing I learnt early on about this thing they call winter, EVERYBODY gets sick. More than once. More than twice. Heck even more than 3 times. And the
funny thing about babies is that if someone coughs in the next town, they get sick too.
She's been sick 3 times so far. Winter just started. Sleep is allergic to me.
The bags under my eyes look like the big heavy duty garbage bags you use after a smashing party. Now if I had been to the party... that was another lifetime.
So this morning I asked the
man large child I live with (formerly known as The Funny Dude) if he would PLEASE take the baby downstairs after I nursed her and had been up for OVER AN HOUR WHILE HE SLEPT ON OBLIVIOUSLY so that I could grab just a little shut eye. Just a little.
Eventually he did. Waking up takes time, you know. It does one no good to be rushed and all.
The Angel was less than impressed at first, but eventually I heard her playing begrudgingly, and I rolled over, pulled the covers over my head and literally Slippery-Slope-FELL into a deep sleep.
But OF COURSE, it was just too good to last.
Her cries woke me up. It's an evolutionary thing I hear. Apparently dads don't have that ''baby is crying = alarm bell in my soul'' gene. Which explains why he is usually SLEEPING ON OBLIVIOUSLY while I am NOT.
But I forgot to give you some background:
EVERY morning for the past SIX MONTHS or so, I make breakfast for us. Fruits, yogurt, bread, cheese, eggs, oatmeal, pancakes... any combination of those that I can throw together. Hubby usually just drinks coffee. I feed the baby and myself. EVERY MORNING. This is NOT a new routine.
Back to the story.
Hubby opens the door to my short-lived haven and hands over a teary, sobby, snotty, sad, little Angel. Poor thing.
''Did you give her breakfast?'' was my STOOOOOOOOPID question.
Honestly, if I could turn back time, I wouldn't have bothered to ask. And saved myself a butt-load of thunderbolts.
''We don't have anything,'' was the
DAFT AND OBVIOUSLY UNINFORMED reply.
You see, there was yogurt, bread, cream cheese, butter, oatmeal, cheerios, baby biscuits, fruits, even left-over pizza.
But STUPID ME!!
I LEFT THE IDIOT THINGS IN THE FRIDGE!!!