When I was 37 weeks pregnant with Will, I was at a girlfriend's house. She had just had her second little girl and her mother was over to help with the new baby. While she was pumping in the other room, her mom and I started talking about my fears about having a second. I told her I was worried about how tired I'd be, managing a newborn and a toddler.
She looked at me and said, very nicely but very firmly, "Honey, you're going to be too busy to be tired."
And she's right. She is exactly right.
When I wake up in the morning, I am exhausted. If I had any one to take care of the babies, I would gladly sleep for a day. But I am needed. Staying in bed is not an option. So, I drag my weary self from bed and. . . that's the last time I feel tired.
Seriously. It's weird. But the day just gets going and keeps going. I am so busy I don't have time to "Woe is me, I had no sleep last night." Since I am not thinking about it, I don't feel the fatigue. I am nonstop all day. Even when Will naps, Emma usually doesn't. Yesterday, she did take a 45 minute nap in her crib (her first! yay!) but there was laundry to do and a meal to start preparing.
Each morning, I think, "How will I make it until naptime?"
Then naptime arrives and I am no longer tired and my head is filled with things that need to be done. Now, I sleep great at night, so this is not the inability to sleep that I had after Will. This is just a case of there being a lot to get done and only so many hours in the day to do it.
When Will was a newborn, I did nothing but sit and focus on him. This was wonderful, but it lead to sleepless hours on the couch and lots of daytime t.v. Now, I am getting out and about, moving and grooving with the kids.
And I am too busy to be tired.