Week one is in the books. And aside from that one initial scare (see earlier post) things went rather smoothly. The days trickle by, and Megan and I have gotten into a routine of feeding, interacting, sleeping. Rinse, repeat. Then Jillian comes home, helps me in the evening and things are great.
However, it's the middle of the night rendezvous that have me drained. I am NOT a morning person. Most people at their core, probably aren't. I blame sleep apnea, pets, or early morning sunlight as the primary culprit for people who want to label themselves 'morning people.' But 3:30 am is ridiculous, no matter who you are. Unless you're Megan. Apparently this is the perfect time of the day to have milk and cookies and catch up on our days. Ugh.
Night one was fine. An elbow from Jill and I was up, alert. Ready to be SuperDAD. I fed her, and then tried to get her to sleep. And tried, and tried, and tried. Eventually 70 minutes later in a fit of paternal frustration, Jillian was awoken to my chagrin. I wanted to prove I could handle it, but I failed. Within 10 minutes all three of us were safe and sound back in our beds asleep. grumble, grumble.
Night two was perfect. I heard Megan with no elbow from Jill. I fed her, used Jillian's patented technique, and was back in bed in 35 minutes. However, the one thing I neglected to realize was the toll it would take on my mood, stamina, and immune system. Now I have a new found respect for Jillian, her parents, my mom, and all others who do this. That night I went to bed at 8:30 because my body was so destroyed from the constant abuse. I wasn't sure how much longer I could take this. Eleven weeks of this!
But then a magical thing happened last night. Jillian and I woke up (our bodies have now been programmed to wake up) at 3 last night and didn't hear anything. We woke up at 4:30 and still not a peep from her room. Part of me started freaking out that maybe the blanket had gone over her head or some other tragic circumstance. But my body was too tired to check on its actuality. THEN at 5:45 she started to stir. Not only that, once I fed her, she fell back asleep until NINE O'CLOCK. Thus allowing me the creative energies to actually post a story today.
We're hoping this isn't an anomaly.
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