Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Now that’s Finn’s home, we’re adjusting the new reality of having a baby in the house, which is a lot nicer than having a baby in intensive care, but with about as little rest.
Whoever started that standard simile about ‘sleeping like a baby’ clearly knew nothing about babies. For every five minutes of blissful ‘quiet sleep’ there’s at least as long with the frantic ‘active sleep’, where Finn’s bashing herself on the head with her hands and throwing off her carefully-arranged burrito blanket.
Throw in the wails of hunger, the nappy-changing thrash and the frantic ‘where’s the breast?’ feeding routine, and repeat the whole thing every two to three hours (more frequently at night), and that’s what sleeping like a baby really means.