Peter doesn't sleep very much or for very long. I have been trying to keep things in perspective. I mean, there are people with much worse problems than a sleepless baby. I keep thinking of those future saints who undergo being tortured for the faith. Then I think, isn't sleep deprivation a form of torture? I am averaging two hours of sleep a night. On a good night. Right now I am still functioning but I have a feeling it is going to catch up with me soon. I am offering up these sleepless nights and crazy days for a very special and worthy intention.
My arms are so tired. Not just from holding him, but from our crazy nursing sessions. I am happy to report that he has been gaining weight and we have been able to completely eliminate the formula supplement. However, any visions of sweetly nursing a newborn are not happening here. He squirms and twists his body the whole time. He pops on and off. He arches his whole body until he looks like the letter u. It is like a wrestling match.
I think I could probably handle all this but then there is Therese. She has been waking at least once a night as well. During the day, she is taking advantage of me being tied down when nursing/wrestling. She has colored the walls. She has been taking off her diaper, sometimes with messy results. I had to call poison control this week when she got a hold of stovetop cleaner and emptied the whole bottle. I was not sure if she ingested any, so I made the call. She is fine.
This morning, I finally laid Peter down at 4:15 and fell into the bed. Fifteen minutes later, Tony's alarm went off to go to work, waking Peter, Therese, and me. I cried.
How am I typing right now, you may ask? He is asleep in the snuggli and I am perched on the edge of the chair. Therese is currently naked. Again.
Thank goodness I find him so irresistably cute.