The Night Nomad

It's 7.30 AM and I just woke up for the day. Thought you might enjoy a sampling of what a night in life of Sara is like:

1. Fell asleep on C's bed in between C and S. Struggled out about 2 hours later when I couldn't take the claustrophobic feeling anymore, and headed to my bed to join Travis.

2. A couple hours later, S woke up and came in to us, scared. I rolled to the middle (how do I ALWAYS end up in the middle?) and she climbed in. We slept until...

3. C came in whimpering. He was scared, and clearly the space limitations were being met in our bed, so I got up and joined him back where I had started. About 30 minutes later...

4. Oz woke up. I went in and nursed him, and went back to C's bed.

5. Oz woke up again about 4 hours later, so I fed him again and went back to C's bed.

6. I then woke up around 6 when I heard Travis getting up to leave, but managed to force myself back to sleep until 7.10, when Oz woke up.

There have been many nights where I climb into S's bed, but this one is in Oz's room and I don't sleep well when I hear every little sound he makes.

If someone had told me in my early 20's that I would get up and feel functional after a night like this, I never would have believed them. The crazy thing is, last night wasn't nearly as bad as it can get. At least no one threw up!

Night (New York Style)

I feel for you Carrie, I really do. It's so miserable having to go through all that to get to sleep. Here's a little snapshot of what sleep will entail for you in a few months from your favorite night nomad... this was my night on Thursday:

9 pm: Lay down with kids to put them to bed.

10 pm: Wake up and realize I fell asleep (again). Normally at this point I would stagger into my own bed, and call it a day. But I remembered I had left cookie dough, formed in balls on the cookie sheets, down on the counter. At least I had the good sense to turn off the oven before I went upstairs. So I gathered up all the dough, and rolled it into logs wrapped in wax paper, and put it in the oven. Then I semi-cleaned up the kitchen and went up to bed, where Travis was working.

10.45 pm: I accept the fact that I've been up too long and done too much to go back to sleep anytime soon, even though I'm super tired. So I go back downstairs and take a Tylenol PM and get my laptop to bring up to bed.

11.45 pm: Finally feel some effects of the Tylenol and decide to stop The HIlls marathon I've been watching on MTV.com and go to bed. Just as I am drifting off to sleep...

12.02 am: Oz wakes up. He's acting strangely, but I feed him and get him back to sleep.

1 am: Go to sleep, for the 2nd time.

4 am: Oz wakes up again, screaming his head off. I go in and feed him, and try to put him back, but he continues to cry. Thus ensues a 2 hour ordeal involving Advil, Dora, a diaper change, sucking out his nose, and Travis coming in to see what all the commotion is and asking how he can help while I'm in a full-on wrestling match with the baby. There was a brief reprieve between about 5.30 and 6 where he was quiet, and I went and got in bed with S (who was in C's bed, but C had left to come into our bed) but just as I was drifting off, the baby started up again.

6 am: Finally got him to sleep by laying by him in S's bed. We both woke up around 8.30. I've got a Tylenol PM hangover and feel as if I've been hit by a truck. Is it any wonder that I'm tempted to kick off my day with some Pepsi?