Why second night syndrome happens
Think for a moment about your baby’s existence up to this point.
She spent nine months in that nice warm, cozy place. All of her needs were met. She was constantly being held and fed.
Then it all changes. Radically.
Think about that for a minute.
First, there are hours and hours of intense massage. Then she finds herself being squeezed through a pretty tight passageway. She is suddenly greeted by cold air. Let’s face it, all air feels cold when you’re all wet.
Hopefully she is placed skin-to-skin with you.
There’s the rub down with blankets and towels. Towels! I’ve never met a super soft hospital towel, have you?
Truth be told, those blankets aren’t all that soft either. I’m not sure hospitals have heard of fabric softener.
At some point a cold stethoscope gets put on her chest, and a thermometer is poking her armpit. Then come the clothes. Have you ever thought about what clothes must feel like the very first time?
There are the diaper changes too. Most babies don’t love a diaper change in those early days.
Which part of that sounds comforting?
If you said skin-to-skin then you would be right. The sound of her mama’s voice. The feel and scent of her skin. She’s not sure what place this is, but this part is pretty awesome.
The whole birth experience must be pretty exhausting. She is probably thinking the same thing that you and I think after a really intense experience. “I need a good rest.”
It is common for there to be a lot of sleeping during the first 24 hours of life. It makes sense. You often have a lot of visitors on the first day. The baby is being passed around and held.
There is lots of stimulation. A lot of stimulation often causes a newborn baby to shut down. (When you see a sleeping baby in a noisy restaurant, that’s what you’re seeing, a baby who has shut down.
Then night time comes and everyone goes home and second night syndrome starts.
It feels like your baby is breastfeeding All. The Time.
It feels like you may never sleep again. (I remember thinking that exact thought).