Why Mothers Are Sleep-Deprived

Wrote this last month but didn't get a chance to refine and post it, until now, with my post-shower insomnia. Thank goodness Baby K hardly spits up milk/poos in the middle of the night now. (Touch wood.)


Start: 3am

Baby wakes up, latch her on
She starts to fidget, wonder why, then... Oh, I see. She threw up milk.
Get up, change her clothes, try and nurse.
She poos.
Get up, change diapers.
She spits up more milk, this time on me.
Clean my tee. Nurse her again. She falls asleep.
Swaddle her. Realise swaddle is wet with milk.
Put her down to get new swaddle. She wakes up.
Realise new swaddle is too short to wrap her, get another swaddle.
That too, is too small.
Decide to make do and swaddle her anyway.
She falls asleep. Lay her down to bed. Lie down on own bed.

Smell spit up milk on tee. Get up to change tee.

Finally, sleeps.
Baby breaks free from swaddle, fusses.
Get up, frantically search for another swaddle. Finds one, re-swaddles baby
Hold her until she falls asleep.
Tuck her back into bed.
Silences the snoring husband with the bad breath.

End: 5am