Since the third trimester, I have confined myself to the couch so I can get a complete night's sleep. Although our bed is super comfortable, it's height and support in the mattress don't lend itself to waddlers and the temporarily disabled like myself. One of the things Jonathan and I were looking forward to in welcoming Joanna into the world was the return to sleeping in the same room together.
But alas, I am still anchored to the couch.
Our three-cushioned couch that was once ideal to supply abdominal support to my growing bump is now perfect to provide back support to my shrinking bump and throbbing incision scars. It's also much easier to get on and off of a couch compared to a raised queen sized bed, not to mention easier to diagnose and treat the tears of our anchor baby. Tonight was going to be our first attempt at sleeping in the same room together since June. No such luck. I am typing this at 1:00 a.m. from the couch. Next to a crying, wiggly, adorable, but undeniably annoying cry baby.
2:30 a.m. update:
I love our little love bundle. I know she doesn't hate me when she cries. I know it's not personal that she isn't satisfied with any of my strategies. But when logic fell asleep an hour ago, the hormones take over. Pacifiers fly, farts wail, legs flail, and she cries cries cries. Her belly is full, diaper is empty, and we cuddled quietly for over an hour. The moment she goes in her rocker, a switch was flipped like Daylight Savings and she forgot how wonderful I was a moment ago. I'm back to snuggling so she can sleep while I stay awake bouncing between infomercials and Netflix.
Hey anchor baby, time to sleep in your rocker. For realsies.
At 7:00 a.m., I finally had the brilliant idea to cushion her rocker with a baby blanket so she could lay flatter. It was a Christmas miracle! Why didn't I think of this at 2:00 a.m.? Praise God for my mother in law that came today to help out - I got a solid 3 hour nap. Best. Nap. Of my life.