I’ve long bemoaned the fact that I don’t get enough sleep. It’s only within the last 4 months that both my children have started sleeping through the night (it’s horrifying this has taken so long) and they are early risers, too: Elfie was up at 5.45am this morning. Heavy sigh.
My kids aren’t sleeping. Not at all. Which means I’m not sleeping, either.
If you don’t like reading about how shit not sleeping makes you feel then look away now, this is not the blog for you.
There aren’t many things I would change about myself A slightly smaller nose, maybe? A speedier metabolism, or hair that isn’t quite so unruly, perhaps?
One thing I have always been unhappy with is the struggle I face each and every morning to get out of bed. I am not, nor have I ever been, a morning person.
When I moved house almost two years ago post-separation I got a bit sniffy about downsizing my home. This was in the days when I believed that the size of your house was directly relevant to your happiness, you understand, and not because I was a massive insufferable snob back then (HONEST).
Every single night at about 11pm I tiptoe quietly into the bedroom next to mine. I go to Hux first, who is always lying on his tummy, with his nose snuggled into his favourite smelly old muslin cloth. He has a little boy bed head and I bend down to sniff it and kiss his lovely little ears.
…or so the saying goes. Not as far as I’m concerned… I’m not weak and I still need as much sodding sleep as I can get; eight hours if possible.
When I was mid-way through my bout of PND my mental health nurse spoke to me a lot about sleep.
Before I had a baby I never thought much about sleep as a commodity. It was something I loved to do (and would do as much as possible) but if I ended up at a party on a Wednesday night until 4am it was no big deal. I could sleep at the weekend, right?
Oh, how I laugh at my poor naive selve. In the golden-sleep days I didn’t start work until 10am.
This post originally appeared at my old blog, www.the-alice.co.uk.
My gorgeous, lovely, slept-through-the-night-since-six-weeks baby girl has become a nightmare.
Last night she woke up at 3am for the day: in the last week we’ve had a couple of 5am-ers but that was the absolute worst.