All good things come to an end. Right?
Monday night was my first night back to work since late July. I know. Boo. Hoo.
So far it hasn’t been too traumatizing. Judah has found a new rhythm at night and is doing well while I’m gone and we’re working out kinks during the day so I can sleep and he can eat. Today went better than yesterday. Tuesday morning I got home and proceeded to have about 4 hours of very interrupted sleep- he wanted to nurse, he didn’t want nurse, his latch was bad, I was too tired to deal with it. Things were looking grim.
Today was better. I got home, nursed, pumped a small bottle and handed him over to Jenna with instructions to keep him happy as long as possible. He finally had enough a little after 1pm and was brought to me in bed to nurse and I got up sometime after 2:30. About 4 hours of uninterrupted sleep. Huge difference from the day before. I’ll take it.
So we’re figuring out a new routine here. When I went on leave the bigger boys were still taking two naps a day. Now were down to one nap and we have no set time. It could be early, it could be late. It all depends on when they get up and the crabbiness factor. I need them on a schedule. They want to be on a schedule. We’ll figure it out.
Anyways. Back to work.
How is it that 12 weeks while you are miserable and pregnant goes so damn slow but 12 weeks with a newborn goes by so fast? It’s really not fair.