I promise, I hear every creak in the middle of the night. Every. Single. One. My son usually comes in our room about 6-ish in the morning. It’s around that time I begin to wake up …anticipating his entry. I listen for his bedroom door. I listen for his little feet running through the hall. I listen, waiting for him to slam our door open. Then, I listen for his little voice saying “up”. I’m still partially asleep but , I listen for it all because I know it’s going to happen.
I hear our dog as she makes her way to her pee pad at about 5 am. I hear her make her way from under our bed where she prefers to sleep to the pad and then to her bed. I hear every single move she makes. I feel like at one point I was actually able to sleep through stuff like this. Not anymore. If I’m not waking up for my son or our dog it’s baby number two. She kicks and turns and performs full on choreographed routines in my tummy. She gets busier and busier every night.
I’ve just accepted that sleep will forever be a distant memory for me. You know that good, deep, sound sleep? Yeah. Buh bye.