My night

Yesterday was a so-so day. At times it was a bad day and I felt devoid of energy and incapable of exerting myself to even EAT, and then Matt forced me to take a 2-hour nap, and the rest of the day (from 5pm on) was great. I felt amazing, really. I love naps.

Until I try to go to bed, that is.

Fast-forward to 12pm when I crawl into bed. And cannot stop my mind from racing, and do not feel anywhere close to sleep. Theoretically, I should have had 8 hours to rest, with a couple night feedings in there. But seeing as I'm typing this at 7am, that obviously was not the case!

Reality was this:

-try and try and try to fall asleep
-Elijah waking up at 12:41am for a feeding (or at least something to calm him down after the freak-out that was him finding himself on his tummy in the middle of the night. I'm pretty sure he was pegging us as cruel parents for subjecting him to tummy time when the poor man was trying to sleep, all the while oblivious to the fact that it was he who rolled over in the first place.)
-notice Elijah's diaper has leaked pee onto his pyjamas, silently curse Huggies while thinking, "Pampers never leaked this early in the night..." change my now drunk-on-breastmilk baby, causing him to wake up and wail some more over the cruelty of a mother who would strip him down to nothing just when he had fallen back asleep, and then finally, feed him some more to soothe him and put him back down to bed
-1:20am I'm still awake
-1:30am was the last time I saw on the clock
-2-something, feed Elijah once more (or did I just dream that one? I can't remember.)
-4:15 - another feed for the E-man (seriously, what is up with this kid right now?)
-6:15 - Yet another feed. Notice I'm up as the sun is rising. Despise the sun a little bit. Put a drowsy baby back to bed.
-6:24 - drowsy baby is not drowsy anymore and wants to be up.
-6:30 - stall by turning on the mobile.
-6:37 - stall some more
-6:45 - resolve to get up with Elijah, even though he'll probably just crash at 8am anyway, conveniently just when I'm too awake to go back to bed myself.

And so here I am, with 4 hours of sleep under my belt and writing a tired, tired blog post. I would totally have made Matt get up with him instead of me, but I promised Matt yesterday evening that I'd let him sleep in as late as he wanted this morning, because work has been stressful and busy this week and it's been a while since he's been the one to sleep in. So nice of me, in hindsight.

The moral of the story? Don't take naps during the day. Really, I'm pretty sure that's what did it.

Anyway, I should go, Elijah is wanting to play, I'm wanting some food, and Pippin is wanting up. Maybe if I'm lucky Elijah will crash in 1/2 an hour and I'll try sleeping again. I think this morning, I could actually go back down and fall asleep!