Now I dream that I'm feeding my baby. Realizing in my sleep that I'm asleep and therefore probably crushing my baby, I wake up in a panic, feel that my front is wet with milk, and that I'm hugging a pillow to my chest. I look and look for the baby, and finally remember that she's either in her bassinet or downstairs being held by someone else.
Last night I quit waking up in a panic and instead later believed that I'd actually fed her. Which almost led to her being put back to bed hungry. It took several minutes of awake reasoning to figure out that I really hadn't fed her in hours.
I don't know how single mothers do this. I couldn't do this without Jason.
Besides almost starving my child due to exhaustion induced delirium, things are good here. Annabella seems healthy and happy, and she's starting to sleep more and more on her back at night.
I used to say that we were having problems because Annabella wouldn't sleep through the night unless she was being held, and people would look at me funny and say that we couldn't really expect that... "Through" turned out to not be the right word. "During" would have been the word of choice there. Annabella wouldn't sleep during the night unless she was being held.
So now that she's starting to do better and better with that, we are all managing a little better.
Being a new mom is both awesome and hard. Some days I can't say enough about how perfect she is. Some days I feel like I'm going to die unless I get more sleep soon.
Today falls somewhere between those 2 extremes...