If you ask my parents and my husband you'd hear that I love my sleep. High school and college years I slept a good ten hours if I could if not more. When I started work I had to get at least 8 hours of sleep or I would not properly function. When Kathleen was born that all changed. Almost every four hours on the dot she'd wake for feeding. She'd go back to sleep but then I'd be wide awake many nights. It was a struggle to get back to sleep and when I finally do it's time to feed her again or make Daddy's lunch so he can get off to work and get a good parking spot.
Kathleen is older but she's still waking up in the middle of the nights, sometimes hungry other times I don't know what's wrong and only a trip to my bed lets us both sleep more. I was getting more sleep until Samantha was born. Now she's awake every 3 to 4 hours depending on how much she last ate and Kathleen seems to wake up almost at the exact same time. Now you'd think with two parents this would be easy to take care, nope. Samantha doesn't eat from Daddy unless she's starving and Kathleen won't go to sleep when he goes to help her drift back off. So needless to say I've learned to cope with no sleep.
I went from a person who needed eight good hours of sleep to only needing a good restful three hour rest period before I can fully function again. There has been many a night after I've woken up at 3am that I've gotten out of bed. Granted I'm drained by 8pm when Kathleen goes to bed that I generally follow her shortly there after but I've learned to deal so much with the sleep deprivation. I'm surprised at myself and so his my husband.
I've had to learn alot in the past 16 months. And I will continue to learn what makes a day a better place, even if that means changing my habits and changing the way I do things. Change is the hardest thing to accept, but it's something you have to learn to deal with, and so I learn to deal. I love my girls and I wouldn't change my sleep deprived nights for anything.