Dear Sleep,

Dear Sleep,

Oh how I've missed you: Those long, uninterrupted hours together. Those relaxing weekend afternoon visits. Those days of only leaving you when I was fully rested and ready to face my day. I appreciated it so much at the time, which leads me to mourn your loss even more so now.

I expected to grieve our parting in the early days of Rose. Everyone knows that newborns have not yet learned the beauty of you, my dear Sleep. But eventually everyone learns to cherish your visits, and I had high hopes that we would get there quickly.

For awhile I thought Rose was starting to hear your siren call as well. Four-hour stretches, then five-hour stretches - even two six-hour stretches! But alas she has rejected you these past three nights, choosing only to see you for two- to three-hour spurts again.

Sleep, I'm hoping we can soon return to our glory days together again. (Or at least the 4+ stretches together! Right now I'd even settle for seeing you that long!) Last night I was ready to give up breastfeeding since the prospect of eight uninterrupted hours with you was so very tempting. So, so tempting...

Please don't go far, Sleep. I'm hoping for many long, uninterrupted hours with you again in the not-so-distant future.

Your long-lost friend,
Steph