Carter has fallen into a pattern of nodding off to sleep around 6:30pm. He proceeds to sleep dreamily until 12:30am when he wakes for a midnight snack. Now, I'm sure you're thinking, "Wow, AP! But that's six whole hours of glorious sleep!" And you're right. For him, anyways. When was the last time you tried going to bed at 6:30pm? Yeah, just like I thought. When you were 3.
"Sleep is for sissies."
After gnoshing at the boobie buffet, C goes back down to sleep around 2 and will snooze away until roughly 4am. And when I say "roughly," let me tell you. Being startled awake at 4am by a five week old's hungry cry is pretty much like someone shaking you awake after one too many margaritas at last year's Jimmy Buffett concert. It is rough and it is painful.
And then it's awake time. Apparently, as per our pediatrician, sleep (or how much is required to function) is genetic. Therefore, it is not the same for everyone, however, it can be likened to how much sleep either you or your husband require on a typical nightly basis.
Well, in my much younger, much cooler days, it's true. I could easily subsist on 4 or 5 hours of sleep. It's called college. However, throw five or six years in there, along with a stressful full-time job and one's sleep requirement is bound to change. Throw an INFANT in there and my goodness, I could sleep until next Sunday if somebody let me.
Well, last night the gods of sleep parted the dreamy heavens and rained down some sleepy goodness on the M household. We managed to keep C up until 9:30pm. It was scrumdiddilyumptious. Why? Because he proceeded to sleep until 2:30am. And when it came time to put him back down at 3am? And he was a bit fussy and all, "No, you crazies. I want to stay up and watch infomercials," my wonderful, amazing, perfect and darling Hubs took the reigns and bounced him around the house while I slumbered.
And this morning? I feel like a happier, well-rested version of my former self. Except now? I'm rockin' the five week postpartum beer gut. Awesome.