When the boys were born, they were obviously waking up every two hours, as all newborns do. This took awhile since there is two of them. Wake up, get bottles, get baby, re-swaddle, sit down and pump. Luckily for our sanity, around two and a half months old, they started to go for a longer stretch. After a bottle at midnight, they would sleep until six. I felt like a brand new woman. I stopped having delirious thoughts and random hallucinations. I also stopped getting confused in my sleepy state as to who was who. Life was good! I could do anything! (This is where I see a picture of myself with hands on my hips, cape flowing in the background as I stand on a hill crest)
Ahhh .... those were the good ole' days. Just a mere four weeks later they've decided they would prefer to not sleep. Why sleep when you can talk to mommy? They aren't even especially hungry, but every three hours or so they wake, gurgle and coo a bit, start to feign a cry, and won't stop until I come get them. I fix them their bottles wondering why they are suddenly torturing me. Bobby and I sit there, place the bottle to their mouths, and then they smile. They smile! They've tricked us; they aren't hungry. They're chatty!
Now I'm definitely one for a good gossip, but come on! Two in the morning? Boys, let's do this at 9am. I'll even fix us coffee and get out donuts. My old standby trick of putting them in bed with us isn't even working. They don't want to just be in next to me, I have to be entertaining them. I am absolutely no good at this jester act so early in the morning.
I've tried reasoning with them, but they just don't seem to care.
I guess I should be flattered that not one, but two people want to talk to me around the clock. And I must confess, once they start talking I want to talk right back.
I guess STTN will just have to wait ...