Sleep-Stories

Tired dork

Sleep deprivation is a bitch. But when I’ve had a bad night, or two, or twenty I only have to look at one of the many mothers (and oh, there are so many right now, it must have been rutting season last May in this part of the country) at the school-gate carrying a newborn [...]

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December tales

For the two and a half weeks leading up to Christmas I spent most nights sleeping (ha!) sitting upright in bed with my poorly, sick baby sprawled across my shoulder in an attempt to stop the cycle of coughing and vomiting that kept him awake whole nights. To say I am tired is an understatement. [...]

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Sleep deprivation, continued

Words seep out of my head, hanging, lost, in the dark hours as I lie awake in the small hours feeding my teething, poorly, un-sleep-trained baby. They never make it to the written form anymore. ************ I no longer count my sleep in how many unbroken hours I get but in how many extra fifteen [...]

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Reacquainting myself with my manners

Tomorrow, because he had a urine infection, my six month old gets a tube shoved down his penis in order to have his kidneys and bladder x-rayed. I’m so looking forward to having to deal with that trip to the hospital. The way things are going round here, we’ll have visited every department in the [...]

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Sleep deprivation

When I am sleep deprived I feel like a giant vacuum cleaner has sucked the air out of my immediate horizon, flattening it and taking the colour right with it too. Sleep deprivation makes me stop returning phone calls, increasing my loneliness. When I am chronically tired  – so tired that I want to run [...]

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Sleep training: Part Two

When sleep training doesn’t work you feel like a failure as a parent. I mean how difficult can it be to get a baby to sleep, right? When you’re sleep training, everyone else seems to be going about their business with sleeping babies in tow or, more importantly, going about their business with sleeping babies [...]

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