The last time I can really remember napping was back in college. I was so elated to have *free time* in the middle of the day and ::gasp::....NAP! In my dorm! It was all so exciting.
Then, when I became a
I would lay down and think of 490384 other things I could and SHOULD be doing. Instead, I'd lay there and waste time thinking of things I should do...and never end up falling asleep anyway. So I just gave up.
Whenever people said to me pre-baby-my advice is: "Sleep when the baby sleeps", I nodded...and I understood (trust me, I GET it!)...but then I quickly said, "Yea, I'll try--but I'm a non-napper".
I got a lot of chuckles and, "oh trust me--you will become one".
As of yesterday, I had not napped one.single.time since Emeline was born. Not once. So that was over 3 months of being a mom with zero naps. Truly.
But, when we both got out of bed yesterday morning, I was exhausted. I think the exhaustion has just been stacking up. I thought to myself, "Maybe a nap IS in order today". I shocked myself with the thought, since that word is not in MY personal vocabulary.
With a nap in mind, I brought my pillow and blanket down to the living room. Emeline and I played for a little bit (since she is over the moon happy in the morning). I purposely avoided my coffee because I wanted to avoid the caffeine boost since I had a nap on my mind. Then finally, I started getting the tired signals from the little Miss that she was ready for #1 nap of the day. She quickly fell asleep, and so I cuddled up on the couch to see if I could follow her lead.
I was 99% sure it would be yet another failed attempt and it would not happen. After all, I'm a non-napper, remember?
But, to my surprise--
I fell asleep. QUICK.
Which goes to show just how gosh darn tired I was. I didn't even lay there and think about the fact there were dishes in the sink, or about all the dog toys strewn about the floor, or about prepping the food for friends I have coming over for dinner tonight. Nada.
I woke up two hours later. TWO hours!
I rubbed my eyes and looked around. My body was in full-on sleep mode. Honestly? It felt like I had just come off anesthesia. I had the feeling where my limbs were weak...and I felt like an immovable object. I saw Mac on the ground, passed out, too. He decided to join family nap time, he's no dummy. Then, I saw Emeline was still asleep in her swing and was just starting to wiggle and stir a bit. I looked at the clock was absolutely shocked to see it was almost lunchtime.
It reminded me instantly why I don't take naps.
Half my day was wasted. I didn't get anything done while she napped. I was still un-showered and in my pj's. My house was a mess.
And honestly? I still felt tired for the remainder of the day, and on top of that battled a lingering headache that I swear came from the whole nap experience.
So, while I'm not yet on the nap-train fully...I'm not willing to throw the whole idea back out the window completely.
So right now...naps and I....? We aren't quite friends.....yet. But, we aren't quite enemies either.
I'm hoping to tap you on nap advice to those pro-nappers out there.
Is there a certain 'length' of time you find napping to work best for you? Short little cat naps? 1 hour? Half hour? I'm curious. Maybe I slept for too long. I didn't set any alarm clock-so that was my fault.
By the way, thanks for your input and sleep advice earlier this week. I checked with a pharmacist and was told that there are no sleep aids that are safe for nursing mothers. Also-I must not have made it clear that the sleeping problem isn't really just because of my daughter (she's not doing too bad for 3 months), but my own sleeping issues added on top of that. Thanks again.