Otter tricked me. Yesterday he slept all night long, in his crib. I slept the deep and uninterrupted sleep of a non-parent. There was no nursing, no smacking in the face, just blissful sleep.
Then last night, he woke up, got moved into my bed, and nursed forever. All night. He wanted nothing to do with being put back in his crib, or with sleeping with me.
Finally, at about 5 in the morning, I put him back in the crib with his mobile, stuffed some earplugs into my ears, and then tried not to listen to him cry until he finally fell asleep again. For an hour.
The thing is, my body, which has been adapted to perform to the best of it’s ability on next to no sleep, was tainted by six and half solid hours. It broke me. Suddenly my brain remembered actual sleep. Today, I am so tired I can hardly keep my eyes open. I could barely drag myself out of bed. The unexpected treat of solid sleep has wrecked my coping mechanisms.
It’s going to be a long day, with not nearly enough coffee in it.