The mystery of why people stick those annoying 'baby on board' signs on their car rear window has now become clear. It is not that the driver is flaunting their reproductive prowess, but rather the signs have a similar function to the 'L' plates - this time carrying the warning 'I'm a new sleep deprived parent and so may drive erratically'. I used to think that 9pm was a very reasonable time to begin dinner, now nine is a late bedtime. Morrie and I are doing shift work to take care of Anna in the evenings. Morrie does the 8pm until 11pm shift (depending upon Anna's appetite) while I try to catch a few hours of sleep. I take over when Morrie goes to sleep in the spare room or whenever Anna wakes up if we've been lucky enough to put her to sleep. Three days on and we've given up the shift work. The only thing worse that dealing with a grizzling infant, late at night, is the terrible sense of isolation when she is your problem alone. While Morrie and I are now getting less sleep, we are seeing more of each other, which is infinitely preferable.
Anna is the happiest little baby in the world, who sleeps well and very rarely cries, provided the following terms and conditions are met: |