The Incorrigible Night Owl

I’m watching Super Nanny right now and the family has two preschoolers and then six-week-old twins, and my palms are literally sweating and my stomach is knotted up watching those babies cry and watching the parents trying to get them to sleep and feed them and all the other stuff. I am just SO not a newborn person. I know that, in the grand scheme of things, it covers a really brief period of time. But it goes by really slowly for me and it’s just never enjoyable, as sad as that sounds. I honestly start feeling vaguely panicky when I start trying to envision myself going through that again. It kind of bums me out that that will be the bulk of my experience having tiny babies….I’m kind of envious of (though also completely baffled by) people who adore and revel in the newborn stage. But, it is what it is, and I can’t change the fact that I’m simply not suited to be a newborn mom. I’ve given it three tries now and have had the same results, more or less, every time. I think it’s safe to say that, if I ever get the ‘baby bug’ again, it will not be that I truly want another baby but that I’m wishing maybe mine weren’t quite so big. And since I’m aware enough to realize that I don’t foresee any regrets in the future.
Now if we could just get that last one sleeping through the night I’d be 100% satisfied with our current stage in life. (Hell, at this point I’d be thrilled to get her “only” waking up once!)