Well, it’s official. We’re sleep deprived. We’re surviving, but we’re sleep deprived.
Not only do we have an almost two month old who hasn’t slept more than 4 hours in a row ever (yet), but we have an almost two year old who has decided that the middle of the night is the perfect time to wake up and call for Mommy and Daddy. We’re not sure if she’s hearing Mac cry in the night, or if she’s having bad dreams, or if she just needs some extra attention, but she’s been awake once every night (minus a handful) since before Mac even joined the family.
We’re pooped out. We’re pooped out and we’ve never even been people who required much sleep to begin with.
And it’s not just me. As I mentioned the other day, Travis helps out more than I’m pretty sure any other Daddy I know, so I’m not alone in this sleep deprivation. Most nights he handles Abby and at least one diaper change for Mac. I handle Mac’s feedings, sometimes a diaper change, attempting to get her to go back to sleep if she needs help (which Travis also helps with), and waking Travis up to go take care of Abby. We’re quite the team.
Gosh, and it’s not just the girls who are keeping us up. My parents gifted us Breaking Bad on DVD at Christmas and now we’re HOOKED on the darn show and we can’t help but watch 2-3 episodes per night…we should know better, but it’s so hard to stop!
Anyway, as tired as we are, we’re trying to remind ourselves that this particular stage of parenthood isn’t going to last forever and that the positives (first smiles, first giggles, etc) significanlty outweigh the negatives (lack of sleep and excessive crying). As one of my favorite country songs goes, “you’re going to miss this….you’re going to want this back…you’re gonna wish these days didn’t go by so fast” so I’m just going to keep repeating that to myself when I feel like I’m going to fall asleep in the middle of the day or when I feel like Mac won’t stop screaming at me.
The fact of the matter is that we really are going to miss this when we’re done having kids. As annoying as it is to get up multiple times a night with a baby who’s hungry, fussy, gassy, etc…and to get up with a toddler who used to sleep through the night fairly consistently, there’s something special about it.
They need us. They want us. They love us.
We may be sleep deprived, but we’re extremely rich with love.
On that note, I have to go feed Mac…