Or what was the real reason that all three of my kids were up at different times last night?
The baby--I expect to be up--especially since we're attempting to change him from sleeping in his car seat to sleeping in his bassinet. Yes, a bassinet. We're still debating the bedding situation and the solution.
We fell asleep close to midnight and at exactly midnight the baby decided to eat again. There's nothing like a 10 minute power nap to energize you for the next day.
Around 2 Ryanna woke up and walked in and told us she was scared. Normally Derek walks her back to her room and comforts her a bit and puts her back to sleep, but he must've been as exhausted as I was 'cause she joined me, Eli and Derek in the bed.
Really, we should've saved ourselves the trouble and woken up Owen and put him in bed with us too. Why not? The more the merrier right? I mean our bed is a queen after all. Only about three feet smaller than a king and really, don't you love to snuggle with your child on one side while your baby nurses the other side of you? Do we women ever stop multi-tasking?
Finally, around four, when I was about to begin another nursing session, I told Derek to carry Ryanna back to her bed. Shortly after her placement there and the nursing session ends, Owen wakes up. I sent Derek in to negotiate that situation.
Luckily, Derek got to sleep in till 6 am and I was able to eek out another 43 minutes after that. We're so spoiled. I mean, who really needs more than about 4 hours of sleep each night anyway? And it definitely doesn't have to be consecutive hours. That's so weak! Isn't this how the military trains our troops for tough missions?