#NaughtyMommy Happenings: Dead or Asleep?
#TalkNerdyToMeLover's @JenSquard
When you have kids...no, wait...when you have more than one kid, you start to look at things differently. With your first baby you are all neurotic and tender. With number two, well, not so much.
When my oldest was a baby, I would spend hours getting her to go to sleep, and when I would finally feel comfortable enough to lay her down, I would sneak back in to make sure she was breathing twenty minutes later. It’s just a part of being a new mom - babies die in their cribs all the time. SIDS is a real thing, and they can just stop breathing. And there really is no coming back from something like that, I’m pretty sure.
Now that I have a hundred kids (or three, whatever), I am less psycho about it. I still check on them all at night before I go to bed, give them little sleepy kisses and make sure they are breathing. But sometimes...I let them sleep. In the morning if one of them sleeps longer than normal, I let them. If naptime turns into three hours of sleep instead of the normal two, I let it happen.
But here’s the nutso in the butso part - I worry. A lot. I worry more about them sleeping an extra hour than I worry about them doing any other thing. This is the hard part about being a mom of lots of kids, I NEVER get quiet time. EVER ever ever. I can count on one hand the number of times they have all been sleeping at the same time during the day, or even just the two big ones sleeping at the same time during the day. So any chance I get I take it for sure. But in my mind I constantly wonder if they are asleep or if they are dead. Dead or asleep? I want to go check, but if I do I risk waking them up and losing the few minutes of quiet(er) time. But if they aren’t breathing, I risk losing those few extra minutes of revival and CPR time. It’s a constand either or, weighing the options and risks. Stupid stressful.
No joke, that is what moms think about. Now you know.
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