I knew, intellectually, that having a child would mean a sleep tradeoff. What I did not know or realize was just how much sleep meant to me, nor how extended that tradeoff would be. I always had as much sleep as I wanted, more or less. Any deficit typically resolved itself within the next day or two, and it was all good.
Now, I find myself having missed approximately 1/3 of the sleep I would normally have had over the past year. 8 hours per night, times 365 days, divided by 3. That's 973 hours of sleep, or 40 entire days of sleep.
This may explain why, last night, I had a dream in which I was very very tired. Then, Bug woke at 4am (after her typical 3am waking) and would not go back to sleep except in bed with me, where I proceeded to stir every 45 minutes to make sure she was not suffocating, falling off the bed, or otherwise in some sort of danger. She was none of those things, of course. She was however, wide awake at 7am.
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