Melissa at the Wild Nursling has described just about exactly how my last few nights (or even weeks) of sleep have been.
Here is a rendition of last night:
Get June to sleep about 7:30. The lengthening evenings are making this more difficult.
Stay awake a couple more hours, homework, watching Battlestar with Adam on the computer.
Crawl into bed at 10:30. Nurse. Adam falls instantly asleep. I lay and feel my achy head and sore throat. Listen to Adam snore. Wake him up at 11:35 and complain, "You are snoring so loud I can't sleep." No response out of him, but somehow he manages control over his snores all night long after that (dear man) and they are no longer loud or even constant.
June wakes up to nurse 6 times between 10:30 and 12:45. I fall asleep.
3:30 am. June cries out as if in pain. We nurse.
4ish. Pain cry. Repeat.
5:20. Poor little miserable baby is crying again. I nurse. We sleep. Oh! But I am cold. I pull up the covers balled up not even at the foot of the bed. On the floor. Kitty comes into the room and meows. I pull covers towards me stretching backwards to that blissful state of ... June cries out, "Kitty!" I think, "Oh shit. Well, maybe if I'm lucky she'll sleep more." I keep moving, repositioning backwards and my elbow goes - BAM!
Got June in the forehead I think. But not too hard. It happened really fast and at the last second I realized she was probably sitting up.
She still cried and screamed in pain. Nursed for like two minutes and then was AWAKE.
And this flippin' cold or these allergies or whatever has been buggin' me can just shove off already. Argh.