Four years ago everything was easier. I was 33 years old, young and fit.(relatively speaking) I remember staying up late playing Xbox with the Sunday School guys late into the night (yes I am a geek) It seemed like only yesterday that staying up till 1 or 2 in the morning and waking up at 6am was easy. I can't even remember feeding the first baby. I know I did late night feedings but I can't remember them being that bad. Maybe I was just young or maybe now that I am 37 and over the hill I cant remember how it really was.
I am in charge of the 9pm 12am 3am and 6am feedings. Both of us wake up and she does her thing and I bottle feed our newborn. This usually takes only 20 or 30 mins so it is off to bed quickly and up again in 2.5 hrs. I have learned that number of hours of sleep is no where near as important as quality of sleep. If I remember correctly (and I think I do) this only lasts a few more weeks and then we try cutting back. Braxton was a month or so premature so he has required a bit more attention on the feedings. His weight gain is important and he is doing great at eating. (much like his Daddy)
Sleep deprivation can cause you to do some funny things. This morning I can't really remember the 6 am feeding. I think I remember going back to bed but all else was a blur. Needless to say I woke up 30 mins later thinking I had somehow missed a feeding. I jumped up and got busy. I woke Braxton up and warmed the bottle. After fighting to feed him even half his bottle I gave up. I remember thinking that it was strange that the wife did not get up but I was sure that I was being the good husband letting her sleep.
Poor Braxton had an extra feeding last night. If I keep this up the poor kid is going to be 300 lbs before he hits kindergarten. It is all a blur and this blog could just be a dream...:)
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