Today Little L is 23 weeks old. We’ve passed the 5 month mark. She’s more than doubled her birth weight. She’s over her sinus infection. Basically she has no more excuses. She needs to start sleeping longer. Does anyone speak baby?
She eats a ton of food between 6 and 8 p.m., solids, formula, breast-milk, you name it, she eats it. We put her down around 9, 10ish. And she generally wakes up around 1:30, eats another full meal, and then again at 3 or 4, at which point I pull her into our bed and let her nurse to her heart’s content until I have to get up at 7:15. Mostly she snacks during that time, but last night she ate NON STOP from 3 to 7 a.m. And yet, she’s only in the 25 percentile. I have a feeling that she’s doing that fabled thing that daycare nurselings do; storing up calories at night so she can go most of the day without eating.
I love nursing this kiddo. I fought it, and fought it, but now I’m committed. But I also love to sleep, and I just don’t know how to get out of this nightmare spiral of broken sleep. We’re up every two or three hours. I haven’t slept in months. And yet, somehow I have to be productive at work.
I know this will end some day. I know I might even miss spending quality time feeding the baby in the middle of the night. I know I don’t want to let her cry it out. I know there’s no magic solution. I know I’m tough enough and I’ll survive. I also know there’s really no point to this post. It’s one long wah, wah, whine about how tired I am and how sick I am of waking up three times a night. Forgive me. Did I mention I’m tired?