Friday, November 13, 2009
Before I became a mother, I was worried that I'd be one of those people who would roll over in bed and smother their baby. I was worried that I wouldn't wake up when my baby cried, that I wouldn't even hear him. I have slept through epic thunderstorms and gunshots and hurricane-force winds. But other mothers reassured me: no, you'll definitely wake up. You'll hear him. Your innate maternal sensitivity to your baby's cry will kick in.
Here is the nightly scene at my house:
Henry (tossing and turning): Waaaaaaaaah.
Korwin (wakes up instantly): Kelly, Henry seems like he is hungry.
Me (still dreaming about french toast): Who?
Korwin (exasperated): You know, Henry! Our baby.
Me (rubbing my eyes now): Oh, you think she is hungry?
Korwin (disbelief): Kelly, Henry is a boy.
Me (big yawn): Oh, right. A boy. Okay, well, sure then.
I actually woke up a few nights ago and realized that I thought I was nursing Henry but instead, he was just pressed up against my chest with his pacifier in his mouth right where the nipple should be. I couldn't figure out why he was crying.
I guess being a parent doesn't exactly catapult you into the 'light sleeper' category.