The world I inhabit now is one where sleeping-in is a distant, sweet memory. Where four hours of consecutive sleep is something to celebrate. This is a topsy-turvy, merry-go-round world where every two hours is a cycle of greeting baby when she awakes, diaper changes, breastmilk, burping, spit-ups, playing, dressing, undressing, cuddling, carrying, soothing, fussing, …