When Ella first fell into a predictable sleep pattern around 6 months it included a morning nap, an afternoon nap, sometimes an early evening nap and a full night sleep. So much better than the 4 month sleep regression we had just experienced.
It took about 3 weeks of solid uninterrupted night sleep for me to feel human again. At that point I started using her nap times to FINALLY get shit done. I was able to do laundry, and dishes, and make yoga classes. Naps meant I had a whole hour to hour and a half to race around like a crazy person and go on a chore rampage.
Something funny happens when you just go go go and do not stop to think about yourself or your needs. You forget to eat, you forget to drink water, you spend so much energy giving that you forget to sit and receive some of the best things about life. Like that first sip of coffee in the morning, a really comfy pair of slippers, or a nice cozy oversized sweat shirt that smells like your husband. Energy is not a renewable resource, and it can become depleted pretty quickly when you do not take the time to refuel, recharge, and reboot. So there in lies my new attitude toward morning nap.
I know the days of having only one child to tend to are limited and that once a second child or third comes moments to ENJOY coffee and slippers and sweat shirts will be harder to come by. So until the day I can’t , Ella’s morning nap will be spent on the couch with a GIANT mug of coffee (or two now that I am not longer breast feeding!) enjoying myself. Recharging my batteries, refueling my soul, and just simply being. Afternoon nap will be spent doing chores or creating yoga classes, but the glorious morning nap will be spent doing this, and only this.