Yea, no, that has not been the case.
My daughter tends to take after me. She sleeps almost exactly 4 hours at a time. She goes to bed around 10pm, wakes up about 2am, sleeps till 6am, then is up for the day and stays awake for a couple hours at a time, and is back to bed at 10pm. This is great and awesome, and I certainly happy that she is down with structured schedules like me, but I'm now so used to her schedule that I'm starting to get good, deep sleep again.
I'm no sleepy brain doctor, but I'm going to assume that 4 hours is not long enough for a complete sleep cycle. So you can assume that 4 hour intervals poses a problem for waking up sometimes. Now, I've never just not woken up when the baby cries. For the most part my body just knows to get up when it is supposed to, but sometimes it just takes a little longer. Unless she poops.
Her room is across the hall from mine, so I can hear her pretty well, but I shouldn't be able to smell her. Well, I can. Come 6 am every morning, she wakes me up, via smell.
I snap up right, grab my glasses, and tear off into her room, for fear that in the 5 seconds it took me to wake up and get in her there, her diaper has leaked all over her crib, and is now smeared on the white wall beside her bed. While this hasn't happened yet, one day, when she's more than a month old, I'm sure I will walk in there to find poo flung everywhere.
Lord help me.
There are three things I can't stomach well: snot, IV's, and uncontained poop. I rue the day.
They always say, once you become a parent you can stomach just about anything, but they don't tell you about the super human sense of smell you'll develop to protect your walls from being painted brown.
In long (I would say in short, but this post is rather long I feel.), I'm glad she's a good sleeper, and that can now call myself a super human of sorts. I just wish my power wasn't that of smell.
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