When you’re parents of newborns, it doesn’t take long for sleep deprivation to set in.  If you’re lucky, you have a spouse that will share nighttime duties with you so you can get a few moments of shut-eye, but it’s really just never enough.

People tell you: “You better sleep now, because you won’t when the baby comes!”  Is it me, or is that one of the most ridiculous things to say to people?  Can you really stock up on sleep? If I normally need 7 hours of sleep and for a week sleep for 8 hours, does that mean I have an extra night of sleep in my super, special, sleep hoard somewhere?  Because if that’s the case, I should have at least a good week still from all the 13-14 hours I slept every day in the summers as a teenager.

My husband and I were really, really lucky that our twins started sleeping through the night at 3 months old.  I know a lot of people who have 1 and 2 year olds that still wake up once a night.  Ours do, too, occasionally, but unless they are blood-curdling, obviously sick and dying screams, we lie in bed and wait for them to get over it and fall back asleep.  It’s the rare occasion we have to go and rescue them.

Since about October, I think it is, I have reverted back to being a 3 month old baby, and rarely sleep through the night.  We have no idea why.  I’m on a bunch of medicine for various things, and I have a cough that seems to wake me up a lot.  I’ve tried lots of things to ensure I sleep well: alcohol, muscle relaxers, perfectly timed migraine medicine, reading, and staying up until I hit that moment where I’m ready to sleep.  Still, in the past 2 months, I think I’ve slept through the night 5 times.

One thing I haven’t tried more than once is having my husband rub my back until I fall asleep.  Ahem, until I fall asleep.  You reading this, honey?  I’ll give you a cookie!  In his defense, it takes me awhile to fall asleep that way, ’cause it’s nice and he and I stay up way too late.  How can you not, when Netflix has movies like “Bitchslap” and “Hobo with a Shotgun”?

Occasionally, I do sleep through the night, and it’s a big deal in the morning.  I wake up and exclaim like a proud toddler who used the potty for the second time in a row: “Honey, I slept through the night!”  He always give me his cute little grin and says: “You did? Good job, baby!”

I’m waiting for him to bring me home a sticker chart any day now.