This post initially started out as a rant and moan about sleep deprivation. But what’s the point? Yes, I’m tired beyond belief (I can’t believe I ever moaned about being tired pre-baby) and yes I crave a stretch of sleep longer than 4 hours, but this little slice of my life is so short in the grand scheme of things I don’t want to be negative about it. So instead I’m turning that frown upside down and going to write about the reasons why I enjoy the night feeds, because actually when they’re over I know a part of me is going to miss it.
- The warm, floppy cuddles. Grace does this adorable stretch and pout when I go to put her back in the cot.
- The mother daughter bond. It’s just me and her, the rest of the world with all its chaos and stresses just doesn’t seem to exist in those early hours.
- The Peace (when she’s not crying!), sometimes we’re treated to the birds’ chirping and a sunrise.
- Her breathing, I love listening to her breath and sigh and we often end up in sync with each other.
… and on a practical note it’s a good time to catch up on the internet/shop!
I’m not trying to diminish the effect sleep deprivation has, Grace has never slept through and still wakes on average every 3-4 hours at 5 months old, so I know the foggy head, how am I going to get through the day feeling. And it’s tough, maybe the toughest thing about being a new mum. But I don’t want that to negatively overshadow my experience of these early months as they are so precious. So until night time resumes to an uninterrupted 8 hours I will keep drinking coffee (I’ve discovered a love for iced mochas!) slap on the concealer and soak in everyone of those warm, cosy, snuggles because before I know it she’s not going to need me at 3am and while the sleep deprived me is craving that day, the soppy maternal side of me will be sad.