to satisfy your curiosity
High on everyone's list of concerns after they get done congratulating us on the new baby is how well we're sleeping. Not too bad, actually: so far Zion is a much better sleeper than Harvey was at this age—or ever, really! But even the best-sleeping newborn is an uneasy presence in the bed, and last night saw the first hour-plus session of pacing the floor of the front rooms downstairs with an entirely-too-wakeful baby (at least he was quiet; that's so much easier than crying and miserable!). And even when he doesn't drive us to abandoning the bed he makes sure we don't stay asleep for more than an hour or so at a time.
On the plus side, we're a whole lot more used to interrupted sleep now than we were when Harvey was born. It was only a month or so ago that he really got the hang of sleeping through the night, so we never regained the expectation that, when we settle in for the night, we're safe until morning. Somehow we're surviving—even thriving—though I confess that sometimes when I'm asleep I dream of sleeping more. I can't imagine having waited another year to have our second baby and having to adjust to a newborn's sleeping patterns from a standing start!
And of course, at this point we have every expectation of things steadily improving. Nine hours of sleep a night all around by August! That said, it would help if I actually managed to go to bed at a reasonable hour...