Blog From A Broad

simply the best

I know I keep saying this, but it's true: I have the best husband in the world. Not only has he been doing everything for me except breastfeeding (but I bet he would if he could), he gave me the most precious gift of all the other night - sleep. After a month of interrupted or non-existent sleep, I was starting to get a bit stressed. When I say "a bit stressed", I really mean "on the brink of insanity and prone to bursting into tears every ten minutes or so". Although everyone says to sleep when the baby sleeps, that only works if the baby actually sleeps. Jack sometime goes through bouts of feeding every 2-3 hours, taking 30 minutes to feed, and then taking another 30 minutes to an hour to settle...24 hours a day. Math has never been my strong point, but I'm pretty sure that works out to very little sleep for Lisa.

So a couple of nights ago, with a glazed look on my face and the inability to form whole words, I sobbed and told Paul that I was finding this motherhood thing too damn hard. He sent me up to bed at 10:00 and said that he'd take care of Jack downstairs so I could get some rest. I thought that meant he'd do the next feed to give me a couple of hours rest, so you can imagine my shock and delight when I woke up and saw that it was 5:30 in the morning. Paul stayed up with Jack almost the whole night, feeding him and cuddling him while I got some much needed sleep. Keep in mind that I'm not the only sleep-deprived new parent in this house; Paul was also practically running on empty when he did this. So this is just one of the reasons why he's the best husband in the world. No contest.

On the downside, this meant waking up with incredibly full breasts due to a lack of use that night. Imagine filling your boobs with cement and then inadvertently rolling over on to your stomach. Rude awakening, that is. If I could find a way to express milk through the night without actually waking up, I'd make a fortune.

Luckily, Jack's been on a more reasonable schedule and taking far less time to settle. Of course now that I've written this, I've jinxed it and he'll be up every 15 minutes demanding milk, pizza, and a large order of fries. I better start pumping.