We aren’t sleeping in our house, and honestly I am struggling.
Last week we thought the world was amazing. Little Bub would wake up once a night, eat, and fall back to sleep easily. This week he has decided to wake up every two-three hours with no real explanation. This is made more disappointing by the clear ability to sleep he showed just 7 days ago.
With sleep gone, I am short tempered, forgetful, moody, and careless. Things I wouldn’t describe myself as previously. I don’t know how I am expected to be good at my job, patient with my son, maintain a relationship with my husband, or keep food on my table while I average 5-6 interrupted hours of sleep each night.
At work, I feel like I am failing . . . just last week I wrote an email and forgot to send it to the main addressee. I copied everyone else except her.
At home, I get easily frustrated with everyone and everything. I dread nighttime because I know it is going to be an ordeal.
Overall, I just feel like I am doing something wrong and that it’s my fault.
Things that don’t help:
- People telling me it doesn’t last forever.
- Hearing about how your baby was sleeping thought the night at 8 weeks, or seeing Instagram photos of your cute sleeping baby.
- Searching the internet for answers.
- Others telling me to enjoy this time because they grow up so fast.
- Begging and pleading my son to stay asleep.
Things that do help:
I realize that this will pass and someday I will sleep more than 2 hours at a time . . . but it is so hard to see that future through the fog of current fatigue. It is also selfish of me to think that I am the only one that is going through this. For one, I know Farmer J is getting little sleep too. I also realize that I am not the first mother to have little sleep, and I won’t be the last.
Bottom line is that is you do have sleep in your life, enjoy it. Because when it’s gone, you won’t realize how much you miss it.