This morning my husband and I both overslept. Which means our son also overslept, and was late for school. sigh. I guess we are both exhausted, he from working two jobs, me from the weekend of no sleep and birthing babies. But, at least now I do feel like I have caught up on my sleep, I do feel rested.
Yesterday I called my friend to see how she was doing. She burst into tears and let out a litany of frustration. I couldn’t understand her, so great was her sobbing. But the gist of it is: “It’s only been one day and I can’t believe how it has changed my life…I can’t get any sleep, I have to pump every 2 -3 hours….the nurses keep coming in and waking me or interuppting me or…and I’ve only seen the babies twice….and…”
sigh. Having babies rocks our world and it is never the same.
I told her that in time, once her milk is established, she won’t have to pump or nurse as often and she will be able to get a longer stretch of time sleeping. She said the lactation nurse told her that too.
My husband and I plan to do some Christmas shopping today and then I think I will go to the hospital and try to run interferance for her so she can sleep.
Today I am grateful for sleep and rest. I pray that my friend gets some too.