Okay, so new babies are fantastic. We love them. But they’re also a lot of work. There’s a ton of laundry that wasn’t happening before, there’s waking up at night, there’s the person who is usually the household runner not able to actually run the house very well for a long time, etc. These are sacrifices that are totally worth it, as far as we’re concerned.
There are some luxuries of having a new baby, though. Lots of them, of course. One of them is this:
The nap with a sleeping baby. Michael especially looks forward to this with each new baby. Hannah, for a long time, wouldn’t sleep EXCEPT on someone’s chest, and we both got used to the joy of sleeping like that. It’s a short-lived luxury, but there’s something about a nap with a baby – their new-baby smell, their sweet weight, their total relaxation, their sleep pheromones enhancing your own nap (okay, that’s not scientifically proven, as far as I know, but I’m not sure how else to account for the overwhelming sleepiness that holding a sleeping baby produces, and for the deep, deep sleep that napping with said sleeping baby induces) – it’s a really satisfying experience.
I have to admit, I love catching pictures of Michael sleeping with the babies on his chest. He laughs, because each of their baby picture books include multiple pictures of these naps. He says they’re all going to think that’s all he did.
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