I considered my son a GREAT sleeper, because he'd sleep in a great big block from 7pm - 8am from a few weeks old. He'd wake to eat at 10, 1, & 5... but that's all he needed. Eat and asleep again. (I've taken care of infants who only sleep for an hour or two, and then are AWAKE for several hours... sleep another couple hours... AWAKE for a couple hours. Some just happy to be awake "I sleep when I'm tired, I'm awake when I'm not... what's the problem?" and others who are MISERABLE, ear infections/ gerd/ etc.). I just made sure not to go to bed until after one of the first 2 feedings (10pm or 1am) and then I only had to wake up once or twice. At some point he dropped his 10pm and 5am feedings... so it was just the 1am one -right around a year and 3 months). At that point, I just quit going to be before 2am.
(( btw...I nursed until 9mo, lost my milk, and did formula for the next many months. (Exclusively until 1 year, and then supplemental until 1.5/2 years old).))
One month, however, I had to pay $1500 for books... which KILLED my budget. I was used to paying $500 or less. So when the last of the "big" bottles had to get tossed... I was stuck with the little 6oz ones. OMG. The nightmare of that month. Because he'd fall alseep at the end of the bottle, even if I had another one ready... and then wake up every 2 flippin hours. As soon as I could afford to get the 20oz size again... POOF... back to his 1am bottle.
So it's one MORE thing to try. The whole bigger portion thing.
That and a good book. I really ENJOYED nursing in the middle of the night... because I had the gihugo (giant, huge, enourmous) chair, blues playing in the background, and a 70 book long mystery series to read (i read rather fast). Not enough that I didn't circumvent having to wake more than necessary... but by making the middle of the night nursing times enjoyable to ME (nursing is boring, lovely, but boring) they were less painful.
Reel up out of bed. Stumble down the hall. Turn on the switch. Look down to see if I'd remembered my clothes. (while formula feeding insert *ignore* the baby and heat up a bottle already premade in the fridge, wondering exactly how bad of a mother I was for those extra 60 seconds of stumbling, but probably not as bad as if I had carried him out and dropped him and or landed on him) Pick the baby up. Adjust for gravity. Reel toward the gihugo chair. Collapse. Start nursing. Realize that the decible level had miraculously decreased. Smile /kiss /murmer /stroke eyebrow (don't ask about the eyebrow, I have no idea why or how it started, but at 8yo, it will make him sleepy in the middle of a bday party). Grab book from arm rest or preform herculean feats of bendy-ness to fetch it up off the floor from where I had knocked it off trying to reach for it. Start reading. Remove baby's hand from paragraph that needed to be read. Croon tonelessly along with the music in the background. Burp (for us this took at least 30 minutes). Put book down. Breathe baby smell. Realize that baby smell needed some work. Lay baby in crib. End up with dirty diaper in one hand and clean diaper on baby (no idea how, happened while 1/2 asleep. Stumble into bathroom. Forget why I was there and stare at myself in the mirror for several minutes trying to remember. Pee. Wash up. End up in bed (apparently there was no actual distance between sink and bed). Be mildly confused as to state of dress. (Either how I had managed to become undressed -or had I bothered?-, or why I was laying in bed with my bathrobe on and something bulky and uncomfortable poking me through the pocket.) Remove bulky thing from digging into left side of pelvis. Hurl somewhere in the general direction of the floor. Ignore complaints from hubby about throwing things at him.