To Sleep ...
I have never been a great sleeper. Actually, that's not entirely true. There have been periods in my life where I was an A-number-one-kick-ass sleeper. When I was pregnant I went through a period where all I had to do was close my eyes for ten seconds, no matter where I was or what time of day it was, and I'd be out. And when I was a frequent business traveller I used to be able to get onto a plane and pass out before we even took off. Although, looking back in it, maybe those weren't times when I was a great sleeper, maybe they were times when I was just exhausted.
Either way, my sleeping has gone markedly downhill since Milo arrived on the scene. At first I was incapable of sleeping because the second I closed my eyes SOMEONE in the house would insist on screaming until he was fed. But Milo has been a pretty reliable sleeper for nearly four months now - he's out from 7pm until 7am, with the occaisonal gurgle or whoop. [Or fart. Last night Steven and I went in for our nightly pre-bed baby oggling, where we stand close together next to Milo's crib and marvel sickeningly at the pile of cute we have created. Mid-oggle, Milo let out an enormous, grownup-sized fart. We both had to immediately run out of the room, hands firmly clapsed over our mouths, trying not to explode into hysterics.] But while Milo sleeps like an adult, I, on the other hand, have managed to stick to a four-month-old's sleep schedule. Meaning I'm up fairly reliably between the hours of 3am and 6am.
I've been tolerating it for a while, assuming it will pass, as previous bouts of insomnia have. Except that this time I'm not up thinking anything except I am sooo very tired and wish I could sleep. So I finally made an appointment to see my doctor, in the hopes that she will have some thought as to how to make me sleep. The frustrating part is that I know how to treat the lack of sleep: do more yoga, play more tennis, take a beach vacation that not only doesn't include Milo, but occurs at a time in my life before he existed. Since none of these options are really open to me right now, it's off to the doctor.
Of course, having made the appointment, last night I was finally able to get some sleep.
Either way, my sleeping has gone markedly downhill since Milo arrived on the scene. At first I was incapable of sleeping because the second I closed my eyes SOMEONE in the house would insist on screaming until he was fed. But Milo has been a pretty reliable sleeper for nearly four months now - he's out from 7pm until 7am, with the occaisonal gurgle or whoop. [Or fart. Last night Steven and I went in for our nightly pre-bed baby oggling, where we stand close together next to Milo's crib and marvel sickeningly at the pile of cute we have created. Mid-oggle, Milo let out an enormous, grownup-sized fart. We both had to immediately run out of the room, hands firmly clapsed over our mouths, trying not to explode into hysterics.] But while Milo sleeps like an adult, I, on the other hand, have managed to stick to a four-month-old's sleep schedule. Meaning I'm up fairly reliably between the hours of 3am and 6am.
I've been tolerating it for a while, assuming it will pass, as previous bouts of insomnia have. Except that this time I'm not up thinking anything except I am sooo very tired and wish I could sleep. So I finally made an appointment to see my doctor, in the hopes that she will have some thought as to how to make me sleep. The frustrating part is that I know how to treat the lack of sleep: do more yoga, play more tennis, take a beach vacation that not only doesn't include Milo, but occurs at a time in my life before he existed. Since none of these options are really open to me right now, it's off to the doctor.
Of course, having made the appointment, last night I was finally able to get some sleep.
posted by Hana @ 7:31 AM
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