Nothing Like a Good Adrenaline Rush
So the kid and I are co-sleeping, which means I get woken up anywhere from two to eight times a night to nurse. Normally, that is fine by me - better than having to trek into a different room to see what he needs every time he squeaks. However, the not-so-friendly part of co-sleeping happens when I'm in a dead sleep and instead of gently rousing, Little J wakes up bawling. I am immediately jolted in a caffeine-like high by the adrenaline thudding through my veins that any computer maniac would envy. We are, of course, still getting over a stomach bug, but after last night's last puking session around 11pm, Little J passed right on out and slept straight through (can you believe five hours is considered sleeping through the night! Outrageous) until about 5am, when the aforementioned event took place.
Which means that I've been awake for almost two hours now and I'm due to crash any second. Wait for it, wait for it...
Which means that I've been awake for almost two hours now and I'm due to crash any second. Wait for it, wait for it...
