Last night was a bit of a brutal night for Ning and I. Because Isaac was ill over the past few days and took a turn for the worse yesterday, we decided to separate Isaac and Isabel at night to avoid her falling sick as well. So Ning slept with Isabel while I slept with Isaac. This was how things went down.
At eight, Isabel went to bed without fanfare. Isaac took a little more coaxing, mostly because we had to persuade him to take his medicine. He falls asleep past nine and I fell asleep with him.
At half past ten, I woke up and had to drag myself out of bed to pump, feeling quite awful because I myself was sick the two days prior to that. I was done at eleven, but couldn’t fall asleep until it was past twelve. Ning was working all the while.
At one, Ning woke me to feed Isabel, a little earlier than her usual feeding time, possibly because Ning wasn’t too familiar with her cues and didn’t manage to soothe her until she was too awake to sleep again. I fed her in her room and some time towards the end of the feeding, Isaac bawled for me so I hurried back to Isaac and spent the next hour or so patting him back to sleep. He hasn’t needed patting for a while now but he’s been sleeping badly due to his runny nose and phlegm. Isaac fell asleep probably sometime past two.
At quarter to three, I was roused by Isabel crying and found Ning in a huff because she refused to be soothed for a hour. She doesn’t usually wake so frequently at night but perhaps in my hurry to get back to Isaac earlier, she didn’t have a full feed earlier and was hungry again. I nursed her again in her room, and voila, once again Isaac bawled for me.
I finished up, hurried back to Isaac again, and spent the next TWO hours trying to soothe him. I kept falling asleep while patting him but he kept dragging my hand over and demanding that I pat harder. We probably fell asleep at four.
At five, Isaac woke again! But I was too tired to deal with him. He squirmed around in bed for a bit and eventually settled into an unwieldy position for me. I got up and repositioned myself elsewhere on the bed and fell asleep.
At seven, Isaac woke up and demanded to watch aircon compressors turning in the iPad. I was too tired to argue and gave him the iPad hoping to catch a bit more sleep.
At quarter past seven Ning brought a crying Isabel into the room for a feed and we’re all up for the day!
Yikes!!! We haven’t had such a night since Isabel’s first night home from the hospital. I have great support from Ning, my helper and my parents when I’m ill, but it really sunk in how during the nursing period, there’s really no MC for the mother!
On the brighter side, I am really really convinced by the amazing properties of breast milk. Right now Isabel is the healthiest among all of us (all three adults in the house are down for the count). Thinking back, Isaac started school when he was sixteen months old, but he never fell seriously ill until he stopped nursing when he was past two, even though he was in the same school all the while. And Isabel is completely untouched by all our germs even though we haven’t been that great at separating the two kids so far. Fingers crossed that she’ll continue to stay healthy, because it’ll be twice as brutal to start work the week after the next if we have two sick kids!