I got 2 hours of sleep last night. I can honestly say that I understand why sleep deprivation is a form of torture. How I'm still functioning is beyond me. It must be part of the mommy superpowers. Here's what went down.
9:30pm - Both girls are asleep. Before going to bed I listen to my vm and return a couple of calls, check my email, finish us some stuff for my job, do a load of laundry, clean up the dinner plates and talk to Skip for 5 minutes.
11pm- I'm in bed ready to sleep, but it takes me awhile to unwind as usual. It takes a bit longer tonight because Skip and I are going back and forth about what precautions we should take to avoid the swine flu.
around midnight - I had just fallen asleep when Paige woke up wanting some mommy milk.
1am - back to bed, but having trouble falling asleep again... probably fell asleep around 1:45am
1:55am - Paige is crying and wakes up Zoe.
3am - Paige is feed, comfortable and not crying. Zoe is still awake and asking for me. I lay down with her, but she's wide awake.
4am - Zoe finally goes back to sleep. Paige is up again and ready for more mommy milk.
5am - Paige is asleep. I crash into bed and get an hour of sleep!
6am - Paige is crying. I wake up feeling refreshed from the hour of sleep - how sad is that.
6:30am - Paige has fallen back asleep. I go back to bed and get another hour of sleep.
7:30am - Paige is up. She's not hungry, she's got a clean diaper, but still very unhappy.
8:30am - Zoe wakes up (Paige is still awake) and my day begins on 2 hours of sleep.
This can't happen twice, right? I'm going to have a snack and try to get some sleep. Goodnight.
