My Secret Fear
August 18th, 2010
As The Big Day draws near, I find myself confronting once again my single biggest new-parent-to-be fear. I don’t fear birth. I’m not that worried about Miss Mouse adjusting to her new little brother. I do not quail at the thought of how to handle that amazing tendency of little boys to pee on the ceiling when you change their diapers. I’m not even afraid to try breastfeeding again.
No, I fear sleep deprivation above all else.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I like to sleep. I guard my sleep jealously and woe be to you who keeps me from getting my requisite 8 hours. Happily, Miss Mouse has evolved into a champion sleeper. She’s in bed by 7pm most evenings, and on the weekends, she regularly sleeps past 8am. Last Sunday, I had to rouse her at 10 so we’d make it to church in time. This translates to lots of sleeping for El Preggo too — one Friday night recently I slept 11 hours.
But it’s taken two years for this excellent pattern to emerge. Miss Mouse was NOT a good sleeper when she was first born. She didn’t sleep reliably through the night until sometime in her second year of life and it’s only been in the last couple months that she’s stopped waking up at 5:30am on Saturday mornings.
And so it is with serious trepidation that I face the prospect of the new baby sleepless nights once more. I’m trying to stockpile sleep in these last few weeks to fortify me for the nights ahead!