Ask my wife–she’ll tell you: I used to sleep like the dead. One of her favorite tales is to recount how, after bringing our son home from the hospital, she couldn’t rouse me that first night when he started crying. I don’t know how long she tried, but she finally gave up, grabbed her healing belly (to hold her innards in), and gingerly rolled herself out of bed.
I have no recollection of this, and only recount what I’ve been told. (To be fair, we’d gone into the hospital in the middle of the night as Wednesday rolled into Thursday, and were there until discharge on Sunday. So, yes: I. Was. Tired).
I share this because I remember those days, the days before children, the days when I actually, you know, slept.
But the kids have wrecked that for me. Oh, maybe not they themselves, but now every little squeak, sound, or peep wakens me.
Now, they sleep like the dead, and I feel like the walking dead.
But I wouldn’t change it for anything.
Yeah, maybe having kids has forever altered my sleep patterns. Maybe I am wrecked, but it’s all for the best.
Looking back, I wouldn’t change a thing. They are the joys that make the sleep deprivation worth every lost second.
Just ask my wife, she’ll tell you the same.
How about you? How have kids changed your life?