“Everyone should have kids. They are the greatest joy in the world. But they are also terrorists. You’ll realize this as soon as they are born, and they start using sleep deprivation to break you.”
— Ray Romano
Thankfully, Spencer is getting the hang of falling back to sleep in the night after eating. However, the lack of sleep is taking its toll.
I was talking to a friend who asked about Spencer’s birth. She thought my water had broken on its own. I said that it hadn’t, and I was induced. She said something like, “I know you were going to be induced on Tuesday, but you had Spencer on Monday!”
Her certainty over Spencer’s birth story caused my foggy brain to start second guessing everything I thought I knew about his birth. Did my water in fact break on its own? Was I induced? Did I show up at the hospital on the wrong day? Why didn’t anyone tell me? Maybe I didn’t even give birth at all and the past three weeks have all been an elaborate exercise in delusions and imaginations!
Then I realized my friend had a baby two months ago meaning she is probably feeling the effects of no sleep just as much or more so than I am. Thus, I’m pretty sure I was induced and I did have a baby, and he was born on a Tuesday as we had planned all along.
Anyone want to back me up on this?