When you’re a new Mom, it’s all about sleep. Everyone knows
you don’t get enough sleep. Everyone knows it’s a very relevant question. Most
people ask about it. It’s certainly on my mind a lot. We have our good days and
our bad days. When it’s bad, she wants to nurse constantly, punctuated by cries
of a wet diaper. The worst is when I’m trying to change her in the middle of
the night on the futon, and she pees on me and the futon. Whereas boys are a
little more fountain’esque, Boop’s accidents are more likely to slide behind
her back, insidious.
My memory is terrible these days with lack of sleep. Names
are lost on me, and I’m meeting so many new people. I’ve forgotten my keys and,
perhaps even more annoying, forgotten that I had spare keys. I’ve forgotten
appointments, and I’m always walking into a room, only to forget what I went after. And there are notes and lists everywhere. I had such trouble keeping up
with the notes that I wrote on post-its, envelopes, and other bits of scrap
paper, that I’ve had to keep my notes on the computer. The only problem comes
about when I need the list on my computer while I’m at the store.
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| Sleep #6, on her way to her crib |
I know this gets better. And one decent night’s sleep makes
me feel much more human. As she gets older, I’ll get more sleep. Seeing her
sleeping is so nice, not just because she’s cute.
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