02232011 / {Ramblings at 3 a.m. Feedings [Part 1]}

It always seems like I feel the most creative when I am half asleep at 3 a.m. Of course, this is also the least likely time for me to have any paper or pen or to be able to sit at the computer and compose something out of these thoughts. Here are some snippets that I actually remember in the morning.

I never was one to go without sleep. College: no all-nighters for me. I function so much better on at least 8 hours. However, ever since Ms. Kaelynn arrived, those blissful 8 hour nights are a thing of the past. Sure, I might be able to squeeze out 8 hours on a weekend (Thank God for Grandparents), but they come in blocks of 2 hours, 3 hours, 1 hour, 2 hours. That is definitely NOT as restful as 8 solid hours. You find yourself saying things that don't make sense and forgetting words half way through a sentence. I find the "witching hour" .. the elusive, 3 a.m. to be my most brain fogging time. I can barely keep my eyes open; let alone warm a bottle, feed the bottle, burp the baby, rock the baby to sleep, and pump new milk, which is the usual routine for said middle of the night feedings. It's a miracle that all that happens. However, usually, my darling husband, Corey, is there to help me with all of that. His "witching hour" is at 4-5 a.m., which is his most tired time. But usually by that time, I have everything down. Sleep.. I still don't think it's overrated.. I do dearly miss it. (And by the way, what is this "sleep when the baby sleeps" nonsense?? Seriously, no matter how tired I am, I find it extremely difficult to sleep during the day time. I am not a napper. And, I feel like I should be doing other things that I truly miss like taking a shower or blogging or checking my 300 new message email account while she is sleeping. Or making a zillion phone calls. And not to mention, even if I do find the time to lay down and rest either a) she wakes up or b) the dogs wake her up, so it's not even worth it to try. Like I said, sleep, not meant for me).

Well, that's all I can remember for now and I think I hear my little princess sirring in her bed, dreaming milk flavored dreams and wanting to make those dreams a reality.

Maybe I should get a tape recorder and record my brilliant thoughts at 3 a.m. That would be worth reading/listening to.