
If you're counting, that's four nights out of seven that we were thrown off our schedule. The sleep plan works because I get to sleep by 8pm, which means that when I'm back on between 2am and 4am I've gotten 6-8 hours of sleep and can stay up for the rest of the morning taking care of Asher and tending to the things I like to do in the morning (pray/Bible/exercise/work).
Alas, when I don't get to sleep until 10p-12a, now we're talking 3-4 hours of sleep, which means I get sucked into Asher's feeding vortex, meaning that I feed him and then desperately try to get some more sleep before he wakes again. I'm usually successful, eventually, but obviously 6-8 hours of continuous sleep is better than 5-6 hours of sleep chopped into 2-4 pieces. Not to mention losing that blissful early morning time to get a jump on the day, and replacing it with fitful and small segments of sleep.
Some parents of past or present newborns may scoff at my whining. I confess: I am a wimp when it comes to sleep deprivation and a grump when I am subjected to it. Soon enough, in the grand scheme of things, Asher will begin to sleep longer and our lives will go from vortex crazy to normal crazy.
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