Its obivous to me that you don't have kids. Or at least you one of the lucky bastards (like my mother) who happened to have sleepers. Those annoying parents who pat themselves on the back while boasting that their kids have been sleeping 12 hours a night without waking up since they were 3 months old. Let me tell you, yes that's normal behavior, but it only represents a small part of normal. Ike happened to be on the other end of normal. He only slept for 90 minutes a shot until he was 15 months old. Still normal. But a hell of a lot more annoying. But also represents a small part of normal. Most kids fall inbetween.
But to give you some credit. Its a fair question. After Ike, Joe and I sat down and talked, can we deal with this again? And we decided, yes. That and we hoped to God that we got a kid who slept better! And we did. We have two little girls who, individually, sleep much better than their brother ever did. Our luck, they just don't do it at the same time!
And you know what? If you had told me two years ago (when I was trying to get pregnant for the second time) that I was going to feel like this, I wouldn't of believed you. Its like trying to describe a 36 hour labor to a woman who's pregnant with her first child. She hopes to god her labor isn't that bad, but still ends up with an experience that sears the soul. You cannot describe the experience adequately, you can only live it. Its that journey into the unknown.
No one expects that raising kids is as hard as it is. I'd been warned by other parents of twins "The first year sucks" "I don't remember the first year, its a blurr of sleep deprivation." "Keep asking for help, its the only way to survive." Hell there's even a book title called "I Sleep at Red Lights: A True Story of Life After Triplets" And I remember thinking, God I hope it doesn't get that bad. (Which while I'm thinking of it, parents of triplets and higher order multiples? You people fucking rock! I am in awe of you!) But it has. And I'm surviving, barely, but surviving. And I know it will get better in the next few months.
Nor has this experience stopped me from thinking about having another child. Some days I'm like "no way in fucking hell". Other days, its "well, maybe." But I don't have to make that decision right now. I've got time. Time to recover, time to regain my strength, time to get my whacked out adrenal and endrocrine systems fixed. God knows I don't want to get knocked up right this second. But a year from now? I can say definitely-maybe.
This is the most soul sucking experience of my life. But I wouldn't trade it. In a lot of ways its made me grow. I firmly believe that God doesn't give you a task that is beyond your ability to do. She only asks that you try. To reach. And to grow into what you could become.
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Date: 2006-08-06 04:40 am (UTC)But to give you some credit. Its a fair question. After Ike, Joe and I sat down and talked, can we deal with this again? And we decided, yes. That and we hoped to God that we got a kid who slept better! And we did. We have two little girls who, individually, sleep much better than their brother ever did. Our luck, they just don't do it at the same time!
And you know what? If you had told me two years ago (when I was trying to get pregnant for the second time) that I was going to feel like this, I wouldn't of believed you. Its like trying to describe a 36 hour labor to a woman who's pregnant with her first child. She hopes to god her labor isn't that bad, but still ends up with an experience that sears the soul. You cannot describe the experience adequately, you can only live it. Its that journey into the unknown.
No one expects that raising kids is as hard as it is. I'd been warned by other parents of twins "The first year sucks" "I don't remember the first year, its a blurr of sleep deprivation." "Keep asking for help, its the only way to survive." Hell there's even a book title called "I Sleep at Red Lights: A True Story of Life After Triplets" And I remember thinking, God I hope it doesn't get that bad. (Which while I'm thinking of it, parents of triplets and higher order multiples? You people fucking rock! I am in awe of you!) But it has. And I'm surviving, barely, but surviving. And I know it will get better in the next few months.
Nor has this experience stopped me from thinking about having another child. Some days I'm like "no way in fucking hell". Other days, its "well, maybe." But I don't have to make that decision right now. I've got time. Time to recover, time to regain my strength, time to get my whacked out adrenal and endrocrine systems fixed. God knows I don't want to get knocked up right this second. But a year from now? I can say definitely-maybe.
This is the most soul sucking experience of my life. But I wouldn't trade it. In a lot of ways its made me grow. I firmly believe that God doesn't give you a task that is beyond your ability to do. She only asks that you try. To reach. And to grow into what you could become.