Sleep

I never realized how little sleep you can actually live on. Since having Micah, I am averaging about 3-4 hours a night, sometimes in 1 hour increments. For the most part I am doing pretty good on that amount of sleep, until early Sunday morning. About 3am, I had yet to go to sleep for feeding Micah. He is a hungry boy, and I was having a very hard time getting him full and satisfied enough to fall asleep. At about 3:45 I reached my limit. I had only had about 4 hours of sleep the night before and I was exhausted. I found myself rocking in the rocking chair begging Micah to go to sleep while hearing Wesley snoring in the next room. He had been asleep for a couple hours at this point. So I decided it was Daddy's turn to take over. I went and sat down in the bed next to Wesley and woke him up. The next thing I knew I was crying. Wesley jumped wanting to know what was wrong. All I could say was just give him a bottle. I then cried myself to sleep. The next morning I woke up to find Micah sound asleep. Wesley had gotten him to sleep soon after I fell asleep, so I went back to bed for 2 more hours. In the meantime, Wesley begged Micah to sleep til 9 just so that I could get some more rest, and he did. It's amazing what a few hours of sleep will do for you. Once I woke up, I felt so much better. That afternoon, Mom and Dad came and allowed me and Wesley to catch a few more Z's while they watched Micah sleep in the other room. It was a glorious day!