I use to stay up all the time my junior and senior year. 48 hours was nothing. Then in my early 20's, I would sleep for roughly 5 hours on Monday, Tuesday, and usually that much on Wednesday, but by Thursday it dropped a lot. I usually never slept on Friday, Saturday, or Sunday. After my second child, I slowed down. Who wouldn't!?!
My record is 7 days. I gave birth, and got to keep her in my room. I stayed awake, because the norm is only two days tops, and you go home. Well, ten years ago, it was. I do better just staying awake, instead of cat-napping. No matter if you get your baby on a good schedule to start, or not, it just doesn't happen that first few days. I get real annoyed doing cat naps. Anyway, she had jaundice, so that was going to add some time. I had them bring her 'tanning bed' in my room. I still wanted to tend to her myself. After my time was up, they wanted to send me home. Never mind what I said to him, but I got one hell of a nice room. Then they found a heart murmur. They said that it can happen from time to time, and that it was probably nothing, but they still monitor it. So for roughly 2 days she was hooked up to that. I took a one hour nap on that last evening, we all have our breaking points, and then they let us go. I took her to my grandmother's, and mother's, followed by getting home to a very messed up house. I put the kids to bed, and then cleaned all night. I took a three hour nap, woke them, got them their Easter baskets, yes it was a holiday, and then we went to my mother's. Once I realized I was dozing off in my mashed potatoes, I ran all the errands I had to, to get loads of baby supplies, and then I went home and crashed every last time that she did. On her first set of shots, the 2 week set, the nurse kept starring at me, and finally asked, "May I test your blood?" I asked why, and she said, "Because you look drained." She said it couldn't have read any lower, without me needing to be in the hospital. I was severely anemic. She wanted me to start taking loads of vitamins, and whatever. I hate taking pills, so I just ate better, and slept more. OK, I'll stop sharing this story now.
Anyway, I have had sleeping disorders since I was roughly eight years old. Sleep walking was one of the bigger problems. That, and 'freaking me out' nightmares. Never have a nightmare in a sleeping bag. It can really **** with your head. Especially when you are dreaming that someone is trying to run over you with a lawn mower. My mother thought that she would never get me out of that thing.