It was a nice thought...

Mom and Gord have offered several times to host Jakob in their room for a night. Why? So we could get a desperately needed solid night's sleep. Ok, Werner would get a full night's sleep; I'd still have to pump at least once. But at least I could get some good sleep between dates with the milk machine.

We're both flat-out exhausted. But at least Werner was able to sleep up until Jakob's birth. (Remember, he even slept through the first few hours of labour.) I basically haven't slept since 2005. Seriously. While pregnant, only twice did I sleep through the night without waking up at all. I very nearly don't remember what it is like to have a satisfying sleep.

There's also one other little detail: I'm still postpartum. As in, still trying to recover from the physical trauma of giving birth. Not to mention pregnancy.

{sigh}

I have this incredible sense that a single good sleep would do me and my damaged body a whole lot of good.

{another sigh}

Anyway, for one reason or another, Jakob has indeed slept (and cried) in our room every night since coming home. Mom and Gord have been giving him his not-quite-midnight bottle so we could get a headstart on sleep, which has been a tremendous help.

Now that Dr L. has directed me to nurse for every feeding, I've lost my chance. Now full responsibility is entirely on me. (And my udders.)

My friend down the street told me that I can expect to sleep again in about three years.

{sigh}

Opportunity lost.