After a busy day on the town, Hattie's sleep schedule was all messed up yesterday. She slept a ton during the day, then wanted to eat frequently all night, but seemed to be overtired and struggled to latch and fall back to sleep after she was done eating. This pattern continued this morning-we woke up at 6 am to nurse, she was done eating by 8 am and we still didn't get back to bed until 9 am. I spent most of that hour carrying her around the house singing "The ants go marching." By the way, nothing rhymes with thirty five. We need to exterminate those suckers at 10, beyond that the verses are just nonsense.
I stayed cheerful for Hattie as I was singing and marching, but I was exhausted and frustrated. We slept for a couple of hours, Chris came home for lunch and relieved me, then I put Hattie in a wrap for a round of nursing. I was able to sort laundry with one hand while supporting her head with another hand, and music is always playing in my laundry room, so I sang to her while we did laundry. We were doing the exact same things we had done 4 hours previously, but the tone was 100% different. I felt good, I was having fun and Hattie fell asleep after nursing much faster and stayed asleep longer.
I think this is a great example of the benefits of including a baby in NORMAL life. She and I are both happiest when she is a part of normal day to day activities-not when I ignore her needs to do what I need to do, or when I completely ignore my own needs to do things for her. Our relationship is meant to be primarily one of symbiosis, not sacrifice.
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