I’ve always loved to sleep. That expression, ‘sleep like a baby,’ would be no less meaningful as ‘sleep like a Cheryl.’ I’m not a student, not a teenager, a long time not a baby, but a thirty-something grown-up who could and would sleep, alarm clock permitting, for twelve hours at a stretch.
Then I had a baby. She slept like a Cheryl, at first. Bless her. For the first few weeks and months, although it was broken into blocks, she was giving me more sleep than I got during the working week!
Then it all went a bit mad, and we were up at crazy-O’clock times – waking every few hours for some midnight munchies. We figured she was getting hungry in the night, but I was determined to keep her exclusively on breast milk for as long as I could.
At 5 months we started with the baby rice. Thank the heavens she slept again! Yesterday she enjoyed some yogurt, and then slept till a glorious 8am!
I’m not complaining, she’s the reason for everything I do, and I know she’s been amazing to sleep as she has. I’m just sharing.
But I’m only human, as was starting to feel fuzzy. Although in way, I will miss our quiet and secret moonlit feeds.
In the meantime, I’m off to buy more yogurt …