Sleep Gloating

Our first kid was a champion sleeper. From the day she turned 4 weeks old (yes, 4 WEEKS), Eva could hunker down for a night's sleep amidst jack hammering, turbulent red-eyes, earthquakes. This kid was a sleeper. In fact, she was such a good sleeper that we found it distasteful to be fully honest with other new parents about just how many hours of shut-eye we were getting a night. I remembering faking sleep-deprivation around other new parents, so we could bond. Privately, I gloated. Clearly my wife and I were simply better parents.

Two and half years later we were hoisted on our own petard – a petard named Sami Rafaela. Beneath her golden curls and cherubic smile, was a feisty non-sleeper. For her first 2 ½ years, Sami slept perfectly fine for about 1-2 hours each night – other than that she was raring to go. And she wouldn't just toss and turn either -- she was hell-bent on taking down the rest of us with her. Not to label, but kid #2 is officially a sleep terrorist.

Kid #3, Levi is still too young to label sleeper or not. Either way God knows we're not gloating anymore.