My apologies if this post is peppered with spelling mistakes and grammatical errors. It may not even make a lot of sense, but I'll try my best. You see I'm tired. Oh so very tired. In fact I'm exhausted. For the past week Mathilda has been waking every hour, sometimes if she's kind she'll make it two. A quick feed and she's back to sleep, but that doesn't make my broken sleep any easier to deal with.
I need my sleep. Before babies, I would sleep 12 hours a night, and then on weekends sneak off at midday for a delicious three hour nap. As a teenager I'd sleep all day, sometimes not appearing until 3pm... or later. Without a sufficient number of hours sleep I get very cranky, emotional, irrational, clumsy, forgetful and I lack the saintly patience required for dealing with a very demanding 2 year old.
Previously Mathilda's frequent night wakings have precluded a growth spurt, and thankfully have only lasted a week or two. As Mathilda approaches six months I'm hoping that the introduction of solids will help to combat those late night cravings and allow us all a better night sleep. In the meantime I'm surviving on several cups of strong coffee and a quick snooze on the couch when Ossie has his afternoon nap.