Sleep deprivation can take the kindest, most patient person and turn him into a mean, very short monster that is capable of things the person would never dare to do on a normal day. Rachel woke up around 12:30, not much later than 45 minutes than I went to bed. Demanding food, she did not let me sleep more than 30 minutes until 4:30. Exhausted, I forced myself out of bed when I heard her cry at 7:30.
I was very tempted to put her in front of the TV for the morning to make it easier on me, but I decided against it. She did watch a couple of shows as I got some caffeine into my body. About 9 we had breakfast which she was not too bad, but that was where the trouble and combative nature began.
It was “No” to everything. She would struggle when I tried to change her diaper after she complained about it being poopy. I made a big error in suggesting that we change her clothes which she fell onto the ground flailing and crying. It felt good, in a way, to know that she was also suffering from sleep deprivation. I just wish I could fall on the ground flail and cry when something doesn’t go as I planned.
