You lose track of time when you have a newborn

When you first come home with a baby, you’re up all the time. Life becomes a blur of feeds, burping, settling, re-settling, giving up on settling, cuddling, entertaining the toddler, explaining a lot of things to the toddler, cooking, resting, attempting to think, and even occasionally managing to talk with your beloved.

Notice that I didn’t mention sleep. No, not sleep. Not much of that to be had at all.

I’ve been using twitter and facebook to stay a) sane and b) awake during the late night feeds. Which resulted in this conversation with Cameron over breakfast on 9 April:

Cameron: (looking at iPhone) Whoa! Margaret Thatcher died!
Me: Uh, yeah, ages ago.
Cameron: What?
Me: Old news, hon. She died last week.
Cameron: No, she died last night.
Me: No, I’m sure I heard about it last week. I’ve been reading about it for ages…
Cameron: Em. It happened last night.
Me: But… um… hang on. One, two, three… (counting previous night’s feeds on my fingers) Oh. Oh man. That was just one night? It felt like a week! I’m so tired! I CAN’T DO THIS!
Cameron: What?
Me: Nothing. So she died last night, huh? That’s sad.

I am a zombie. Don’t ask me what time it is. Don’t even ask me what day it is.

I think I’m up with what month it is, though. Feel free to ask that. Bring on May. Bring on the second month of Mitchell’s life. Bring on longer sleeps. At night.

Right?


Have you ever lost track of the time like this? What caused it?