I’m sitting in a darkened room. The dawns light creeping across the walls as I stare into the eyes of the demon spawn I call my daughter.
She smiles at me and even as tired as I am my heart warms at the sight. I know all day today I’m going to be stressed, I’m going to look pale and drawn, I’m going to snap at the littlest things and I’m going to pass out on the couch at some point.
I also know that I have a lot to do today, between getting my son ready for school and completing my assessment for my Diploma and all those chores mummy’s like me have to do. Today is going to feel similar to those mornings after a long forgotten night with cocktails in my hand.
Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever been as tired as when I became a parent to the baby in my arms.
My son, who at this point may just be my favourite (shhh), was a good baby. At 6 weeks old he slept through the night. At 2 he was in his own bed (until early morning which would be when he’d climb into mine).
However, the child in my arms I’ve struggled with setting a routine.
I’ve tried the bath, bottle, and bed.
I’ve tried letting her cry (that just caused an increase of paranoia and depression)
I’ve tried rocking her to sleep in a dark room
I’ve tried shushing toys
Trust me, I’ve tried it!
Even tried baby massage and Essential oils. This sweet child that I hold in my arms just won’t go down until she’s ready. That time is usually after Daddy comes home from work. She matches his hours and it’s frazzling mine.
Daddy works nights so he isn’t home until well after midnight sometimes it will be 3 am before he’s home and she just won’t go down without seeing him.
He can come home and pick her up, he’ll talk to her and within 20 minutes his little girl will be asleep.
Leaving mummy exasperated and exhausted!
Tonight… was different I thought I was making headway. I thought I was getting somewhere.
I was wrong!!!!
See, at one stage I was the luckiest mum in the world and both kids would be asleep by ten and not get up until 8 am. When the alarm went off. Then something changed….
I know what changed! Miss Tay was weaned off the boob, refused the bottle and Daddy tried to save Mummy’s sanity by putting Miss Tay to sleep. It was 1 am that morning before she exhausted both of us and herself to sleep.
Then a trend started, Daddy was the only one that could put her to sleep. I figured “Hey, that’s cool, once my milk has dried up and she used to not having boob I’ll have an easier time putting her to sleep”
Dream on Mama!!!
Miss Tay decided if she wasn’t getting what she wanted Mummy wouldn’t get what she wanted!
She screamed and screamed, and screamed and chucked a fit, and Once again Daddy came to the rescue and Demon spawn Tay was down in twenty minutes.
Rinse and repeat!
For months this mummy has been trying to find a way to get her baby sleeping and tonight was by far the worst.
My little Princess surprised us all when at 11 pm she was sound asleep. (Enter mummy cheer here) I took the advantage and by 11:30 I was asleep. Ahhh the bliss, the sweet, sweet calm of sleep on my poor tired itchy eyes. Imagine my surprise when 2 am hit and Daddy being still awake had to attempt to put Miss Tay BACK to sleep. Oh, dear poor Daddy!
At 3 am Daddy had enough and Miss Tay was promptly dropped on the mattress beside me. Unceremoniously waking this mummy up with a start.
It’s now 7:30 am and Miss Tay is still going strong. She’s chattering, and laughing, she’s pulled toys out and she’s already had breakfast. I’ve changed her nappy twice and filled her “bottle” four times.
She’s tricked me several times by curling up in my arms and relaxing almost to the point I had thought I won.
But this round goes to Miss Tay, she’s bouncing and on top of the world and Mummy has to start school preparations.
Ahhh, sleep! What is sleep! How I wish for a night of cocktails but right now I’d take more than four hours sleep.
Oh, look, the other ones up now too!
(The Tired Mummy)