Sleep, oh how I love thee
Ok – hands up those of you sick of me talking about sleep? Yep my hand is up too – trust me. Both hands are up.
My Tiniest Man is now 11 months old and I assumed he would be sleeping through the night by now. I also thought he would be giving me 2 naps a day. He is doing neither.
Parents not getting enough sleep is nothing new. It is a well known fact that newborns will keep you up at night. Its when they hit 3 months people start suggesting things like sleep school and the like to you.
We did get a sleep consultant in. We did sleep group (which is like therapy). We do/have done everything and yes we gave it a chance before trying something else. The upshot of it is they have given up on him. No more suggestions.
The positive of all this is that Tiniest Man is thriving. He is hitting every mark he is meant to, he eats everything, he is almost walking, he is going great. The sleep issue is the one thing not going well. Things aren’t too bad then I think.
But it doesn’t get me through the tiredness. The 3 hours of sleep I am getting. (broken sleep that is too). The shortness of my temper, the lack of energy and simply not caring about birthdays or anything. All I want is sleep.
My friends and I were talking about girls weekends away and whether they would do it or not. Whether we could stand to be away from our children or not. Me? If I got the chance to go away and not be mum for a couple of days and get some sleep – I am so there. Mark my name down right now. Ask me before my bubba come along and I doubt I could have done it. I am spent. I am at the end of my rope. All I want, please present fairies, is a night away from my family. I want silence and I want sleep.
Bad mother? Well I feel like one for admitting that.