Sitting here, feeding my babies, I find myself thinking. Its easy, now that I can feed both the boys at the same time, to spend a little time thinking. Or staring into space. Or gazing longingly at the two slices of toast that I started eating and haven’t been able to finish because these two come first.
As you’d expect, the nights vary almost as much as the days. Some nights they sleep for a good four hours and then drop right off after a snack. Other nights, they scream for hours and hours and are utterly inconsolable until they drop off, quite abruptly leaving the bedroom in a weird, eerie silence.
Visiting midwives assure me that this is normal and I’ve now been signed off as a result; left in the capable hands of my health visitor.
Despite this, normal as it may be, it does mean that when daylight rolls around again, I really do have to make a choice. Do I eat to keep my strength up or do I sleep to try to keep a hold on some measure of my sanity? It really has come down to that. Food or sleep. Both are valuable, both are desperately wanted, but I only really have time for one or the other.
-_- So what do I do?
No, seriously, what do I do? I’m looking for opinions and/or ideas from you guys? For those of you who have been through this madness yourselves, how did you make that decision yourselves? Or did you step away from breastfeeding and move onto bottles, just so you could get a rest? I’d love to know. 🙂