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There's been an ongoing debate in my office as to whether new-parenthood is a disability or not. (i.e. whether it warrants being paid for by short term disability insurance). As a matter of course, not everyone calls this a disability, but I'm here to say for the record that it's pretty disabling. The sleep deprivation alone is enough to disable one.

I'm ok with it, but I'm sleeping about 2 hours at a stretch. My functional time when I can do anything constructive besides sleep and feed the sprocket has effectively shrunk to about 4 hours a day, usually in the evening where I've been storing up sleep all day. I get the space between 6 and 10 and that's about it.

Anyhow, the funny thing is, this completely doesn't bother me. Somehow I'd have thought I'd hate the lack of sleep and constant care for a little helpless thing, but not only do I not hate it, I wish we'd been at a place in our lives where kids seemed like a good idea sooner. There's nothing quite so entertaining as watching E make Popeye faces or do baby tai chi. She's quite a character in spite of doing very little just now besides eating sleeping and filling up diapers. Her alert phases are hysterical. Er. Ok, maybe it's just sleep deprivation. But Reed thinks so too. Duh. Of course he does. Well, just take my word for it. Everyone else's baby in the universe may be a boring little sour milk smelling poo factory, but your own kid is fascinating.

Anyhow, there's a different (and tons cuter) photo up here now than the one that was here. There are a bunch more on the digital camera, but god knows when I'll get them up on the web.

Oh yeah, and there's a little more C section story if you check out the month of september. I'm too lazy to go typing out the link.

Posted by karen at October 16, 2002 12:00 AM