It feels like it has been such a long time since I wrote a post. It was not intentional, trust me.
For some reason, my son has turned into a little monster and is refusing to sleep at night. What really doesn’t help is autopilot mode, which it seems I have been in since the second he was born. I usually can’t get to sleep myself until about 2am, which is precisely five minutes before the crying starts. Sleep is for the weak.
I am joking. I hate all of you who get a full night. Oh, and I will give you a tip – don’t ask anything about sleep on parent pages. The perfect parents brigade will get you in the night.
I am going to be honest, I did not sign up for this staying awake all day malarkey, I was merely forced into it. I thought after about 3 weeks the routine would kick in and we would be having 12 hour sleeps a night until he was 18. It seems that was too much to ask. I think I may have bragged too much. I became one of those “yeah he sleeps through, its no big deal” people. WHAT HAVE I DONE? Is this karma?
The only thing I can put it down to is his teeth. Them bloody teeth. Why can’t they just be born with a full set? And what the fuck is sleep regression? Is it a torture method? Are they testing us?
I am so exhausted I have been living off coffee, and now I am at the point where I don’t even care what the temperature is (mainly lukewarm), if it is caffeine I will drink it. I really thought he would have had a tooth by now. He is a week and a half away from being 7 months, but there isn’t any signs except for the little rosy cheeks that come and go and the odd scream out of nowhere.
I haven’t had time to sit down for longer than 20 seconds, never mind write a blog post. The only time I had free has now been taken up by cuddles, shushing and pleading with the other half to ‘please do the night’. I happen to be a fan of the cuddles, the rest isn’t that fun.
We have reached a little bit of light at the end of this ‘sleep regression’ tunnel though, and so far, the past few days, dare I say it, everything has been a little bit, kinda, okay.
I am sure this won’t be the last you hear of these torturous nights, although I am praying it is.