Seriously, she never told me that. I grew up in a family of chaos, disorganization, DRAMA. Ok, maybe there was a little routine like we ate regularly, but that's about it. I married someone who is super routined and structured. I have learned to fall somewhere in the middle. Then along came baby boy and routine was out the window. All I knew was that at least every three hours my boobs and baby needed to be in the same place. Other than that there could be sleeping or screaming or this quiet alert time where you didn't really know what to do. Then over this past week or so things started to change. There is more of a pattern of eating, chilling out, sleeping, repeat. Each cycle would be about 3 hours during the day. I could start planning things around this more or less. (The more or less part is important. Sometimes that's hard for my scheduled husband. He'll look at little man and be like, "it's been X time, you're supposed to be doing X." He still hasn't quite figured out babies don't always do what they are supposed to do.) The even more incredible part about this is night time. Baby boy doesn't wake up every 3 hours at night. He goes 4.5 or 5 or even 6 hours between feedings. That means mommy gets sleep. Uninterrupted sleep! Blissful, fabulous, incredible sleep. (Ok, maybe too much excitement there.)
Routine is great. It is starting to make me feel human again. Just in time to go back to the real world.
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