Everyone warned me that I would give up precious sleep with a newborn, and it was the gospel truth. And like every new mother on the planet, I lived through it. Or should I say, I am living through it. Sure I might cry everyday over something minor, kick the dog and meltdown because my husband purchased orange juice with pulp and pulp makes me want to burn the house down.
What I wasn’t aware of is the fact that as a mother, I will never again sleep like I did pre-children. The self-centered, worriless sleep of my past is gone. The carefree afternoon nap ceases to exist. Something in me is so forever altered, that sleep will never be the same again.
My husband refers to me as “the first line of defense, “and he hates when I travel for work because he claims he can’t sleep knowing that he is in charge. REALLY?!! I feel your pain Mr. Man, because every night I sleep just on the edge, one eye open, ears on high alert for any sign of trouble.
That drool on the pillow sleep is just a distant memory. One I remember with fondness. Maybe someday we’ll meet again… in my dreams.