Zombie-Brett

Jack and Claire are doing well. Jack seems to just sleep and poo all day, whilst Claire is running around the house when he’s asleep trying to do the jobs that she can’t do when he’s awake. Like eat and wash.

Jack is part of the furniture now it seems. It’s as though what we’re doing now is what we’ve been doing with him for ages now, and even the thought of looking down the line to only a couple of months seems like a lifetime away.

Anyway, this blog was originally supposed to be about me and my experiences of becoming a dad for the first time, so... what’s happening and where are we at?

I might have mentioned a little while ago that I am a really light sleeper. Something else I might have failed to mention, is that I can occasionally get a bit ‘zombie-like’ when I get too tired... no, really. When I was at University, I’d come home to visit my folks as well as come to get my washing done of course, and whilst at home and in my own bed, I’d ‘wake up’ in the night and not know where I was; the most rational decision at the time was to wander around the room feeling the walls looking for light switches that weren’t there, whilst stumbling over all sorts of things I wasn’t awake enough to see or to even remember that I had put there in the first place! I would soon wake up, realise what I was doing, where I was and get back into bed and drift off again. I would only do this because I was a little over-tired, as well as experiencing the confusion of waking up in a different place to normal. (Well, that’s my excuse!!)

Anyway, this wandering has returned of late. The other night, I sort-of woke up to find myself rocking a pillow that was holding in my arms, thinking it was Jack. But as I thought, but possibly dreamt, that I had woken up, I realised that that the baby wasn’t in my arms any longer... just a pillow! And then, imagine my shock and horror, as I am frantically looking for our newborn baby, to find Claire fast asleep in bed and not at all interested in my worry or her baby! But not long after that, I look across and can see Jack asleep in the crib to other side of the bed, and realise that he’s ok. Claire had woken up by then, to find me in cold-sweats, still holding a pillow under my arm and with a panic look on my face, and simply told me to get back in bed and to go to sleep. Dream/nightmare over.

So, why am I feeling tired and looking a bit more rough than normal...? No idea, but I fully blame Jack!!