When, oh when will I get a decent nights sleep? I'm a real walking, talking zombie. At 7 months olds my son still wakes twice each night to breast feed. I wake in the morning with eye lids that weigh about 10kg! I even have headaches from the moment I wake up! Who the hell gets headaches in the morning??? In the morning you should feel refreshed, revitalized, ready to make the most out of a new day. My head just doesn't work properly with lack of sleep, I walk from room to room forgetting why I went there in the first place, I can't commit to a conversation because I can never remember what I was about to say! It's now at the point where I have to make lists each day of what I'm doing or else nothing gets done! I'm losing my mind - literally!
Sometimes I wake during the night, startled, one breast still hanging out since the baby's last feed, "Shit! The baby! wheres the baby?" I feel around the bed, "Phew" somehow the baby made it back into the cot. I look at the red blurry numbers on the clock, 4:15am, "Dam it" in two hours the day starts, my head hits the pillow, seriously, it HITS the pillow and I'm asleep. Two seconds later, I hear "goo, gaa" and a few other babbling sounds coming from the cot in the corner, the sounds of a baby ready to play, I glance at the red blurry numbers 6:27am "No, It can't be, but my head only just hit the pillow"! My legs flop to the floor, I walk heavily to the corner and look over the side rail of the cot, "Aw" I sigh, my little baby, big blue eyes sparkling with life and energy, a huge gummy smile from ear to ear just beaming at me, his legs kick about, and his arms flap with excitement. My heart flutters. Suddenly, I remember something! This is why we do this to ourselves, the sleepless nights, the leaky nipples, the milk in the pantry and the coffee in the fridge. It's all worth it for that little gummy smile, and those little chubby arms reaching out every time they see you.
