Cautiously optimistic

So E's sleep seems to be working out okay, even without the night nanny. I have to say, though, this has been a real struggle. I know there are people out there whose kids slept through the night at seven weeks "and we didn't really do anything." Right. That's great - but don't talk about it to me too much. Because I might have to kill you :)

And I do believe that at least one thing has to go wrong in a situation. So I'm not sure I want another kid. Because I got off easy with breastfeeding - no mastitis, bleeding, etc. And I'm pretty sure if we had another one, one of two things would happen:

1) s/he would be a sleeper like E, which I could not go through another time.
2) s/he would be a better sleeper, but I would be plagued by breastfeeding problems.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Maybe this is why some people wait several years to have a second one. They wait until they can handle the lack of sleep again and other problems that might arise (or until they forget how bad it was).
11:46 AM
Roxanne said…
Yep, Kitkat, we do forget. And when you're in the midst of the sleepless nights, etc. the last thing you want to think about is another little one. I love the people that ask mothers of a newborn..."So, when you having another one???!!" Idiots.
2:28 PM
Bearette said…
Yes...pregnesia!

And things are better because he is sleeping in the crib for 8 hours, drinks some soy milk and then goes back for 2 more. But it took us a while to get him to sleep in the crib. Oy.
3:15 PM
Anonymous said…
"That's great - but don't talk about it to me too much. Because I might have to kill you :)"

Heh. That's how I felt when I was having all those breastfeeding problems. "If they're a little sore, all you have to do is apply some lanolin!" people would say.

And before they knew it, they were dead.
10:15 AM
Caro said…
My kids didn't sleep through for a long time. I also wanted to kill those who told me how their kids did. :-)
2:35 PM
Bearette said…
Caro - glad to know I'm not the only one :)
9:12 PM
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