I thank my lucky stars that my husband and I didn’t really have a volatile relationship prior to the birth of our precious daughter. Because were that the case, one of us would be dead right now. Probably the one of us that doesn’t wake up to feed our daughter throughout the night…
See, this is the thing about a Blakley: we need our sleep. Alex gets sleep–she just chooses to do it all during the day. She likes to wake up around one and stay awake until 3. This is right when Mami and Papi are the most tired. I think she does it on purpose. Somehow she’s getting back at us for something we must have done to upset her. So when Mami wakes up to feed Ale, she doesn’t mind at all. She just doesn’t understand why (unlike every other time she nurses) Ale doesn’t fall right back to sleep. What makes the nights so much fun?
Honestly, I don’t mind nursing at all–it’s great! What I don’t understand is how my husband can snore through her cries and whimpers. He only wakes up when I get frustrated, and then it’s to impart his fatherly wisdom: “Who told you that you got to sleep when you have a baby?” Well, husband, one of us IS sleeping. That’s the problem.
I actually did get up and leave the room early in the night. I thought, “Well, we don’t BOTH need to be awake.” And thank goodness! Because after a particularly difficult night, I passed her off after I fed her this morning–and Daddy had baby duty. Mami snoozed the morning away!
Victor has been amazing, actually. He’s totally the man for diaper changes. So much, that I don’t remember the last time I changed her diaper. Even during the night (if he’s awake), he changes her and sneaks her back over to my side of the bed. It’s just those comments about being tired that really get my panties in a wad. Really, husband? You’re tired?! Pssh! One of us woke up every two hours last night to feed our fat daughter that you think is starving… Guess who?