Monday night was our first tough night and to be fair to Fable, it wasn’t even that bad. Two hours of sporadic crying before she passed out was all — but after more than two weeks of seamless nights (Fable’s feeding every three hours but at night goes every four) I absolutely didn’t mind. In fact, I was starting to feel guilty for my nights being so easy.
Fable: professional sleeper
What most shocked me, though, was that when Fable cried out at 2am? Archer didn’t wake up. He didn’t wake up at 3am or 4am either, even though our bedrooms are attached (Fable’s sleeping with us for the time being and will likely stay with us until she’s six-months, which is what we did with Archer.) Several times I checked on Archer through the commotion and there he was, passed the eff out like a drunk.
I had been worried that this was not so much going to be the case. Archer, after all, has always been a light sleeper. So much in fact that we don’t usually flush the toilet when he’s sleeping out of fear it will wake him. (Gross but quite necessary.) Now? We can flush again! PRAISE JEEBS!
Minus the little runaway moment last week (which I’m still not over), adjusting to life with two children has been relatively easy (knocking the shit out of some wood right now, FYI.) Archer’s in school from 9-2:30 so mornings and afternoons are a bit manic but eh, when were they not? Archer’s absolutely regressed in the potty department but that was to be expected and sure he wants to be “held like a baby” every now and then but that’s also understandable.
So many people warned me with: “you wait! Two kids is WAY more than twice as hard…” and I respect that, but honestly? It just isn’t the case around these here parts.
Maybe I’m lucky? (Knocking on wood like a crazy mofo!) Maybe I’m still high on the remains of my epidural? Maybe all the beer I’ve been drinking to up my milk-supply has turned my brain into that of a laid-back frat boy but… uh… it’s really pretty non-stressful up in here. In fact, I’m starting to understand Angelina’s logic more and more. I could TOTALLY rock it with fourteen kids.
Okay, maybe not.
But two? Rocking it. Exhausted but rocking it.