If a Genie in a bottle appeared at the foot of my bed and offered me three wishes, I’d ask for a down-filled pillow, an eye mask and eight hours of uninterrupted sleep (12 hours might seem too greedy). These days, I’m so sleep-deprived I’ll sometimes take a nap while at the Walmart checkout, leaning against a cart full of size-three diapers. Let’s just say our little guy, Tyler, is not a fan of sleep. He never was.
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Well, except for one night. All was strangely quiet when I picked up my phone to check the time. It was 3 a.m. He was miraculously still asleep, and I’d miraculously gotten five hours of blissful uninterrupted sleep already. I went to check on him. Is he breathing? Is he ok? Is he comfortable? Why won’t he move? Move!
Indeed, he was sleeping. His father was sleeping. But I was wide awake, staring at the ceiling, convinced I was hearing strange sounds coming from the nursery. So I got up, walked over to Tyler’s crib and just stared at my slumbering littler peanut. Yes, he was still asleep, but this time he stirred—passing gas or dreaming about unicorns because he was grinning. Phew, everything was good.
I headed back to bed and tossed and turned; I just couldn’t find a comfortable position. There I was, with a golden opportunity to sleep, but instead I was staring at Tyler’s dad, hoping he’d wake up so I could loop him in on the miracle that was taking place in the room next door—and maybe ask him, could he please go in and check on Tyler. When fifteen minutes passed, and daddy was still enjoying his sleep, I did what any paranoid new mom would do:
“Honey, are you sleeping?”
“Sorry to wake you, but the baby is sleeping.”
“Well, it’s 5 a.m. He never sleeps this long. Should we wake him?”
So, I closed my eyes and drifted in and out of sleep for the next two hours. But, when my partner woke up to get ready for work, I did something I now regret: Worrying I’d be home alone with the baby and something was wrong, I insisted we wake him up. So we did.
Tyler is now 22 weeks old, and we have yet to enjoy such a legitimately long stretch of sleep. So, the moral of this story is, let sleeping peanuts lie because it’s not every day the sleep Genie shows up at the foot of your bed when you’re a new mom.
New moms, do you relate to Galit’s story? Do you find it hard to sleep even when baby sleeps?