You know what they say about not properly missing something until it’s gone? In the case of pregnancy that’s been true with wine, pate and my favourite cheese. But the one thing I’m realising that I miss more than anything else at the moment is a good night’s sleep.
I can handle the regular nightly toilet trips and the inability to get comfortable with a huge nine month bump. But my reserves of stamina are well and truly depleted when it comes to dealing with my snoring husband or wakeful child.
Last night we had one of the worst nights we’ve ever had with Frog. Apart from one particularly bad night when she was about six weeks old and had terrible wind, and another when she was teething at around eight months, I don’t think there’s been a worse night. Even when she was a baby and waking regularly for milk she would still snooze in between feeds. Last night was different though.
My four year old woke up at midnight and came into my bedroom. Her dad wasn’t yet in bed so she got into bed with me claiming to have wet the bed. When I checked the bed was dry. Then she said she’d had a bad dream. Then she said she was hungry. Then she said she was thirsty. Then she said she needed a cuddle. And so it went on.
I couldn’t work out what originally woke her but experience told me not to panic and that she would fall asleep again pretty soon, if I let her stay in the bed with me. She’s a pretty regular sleeper so the odd night in our bed doesn’t concern me.
At 3.30am she was still awake. By this time I was crying with frustration and exhaustion. Every time I thought she’d dropped off I’d get a “Mummy, can I just have X, Y or Z?” or “I can see a fairy Mummy” or “Is it morning yet Mummy?”. As I was being booted from the inside by Frog’s baby brother or sister, I could hear her dad snoring in her room next door (they’d swapped beds) and feel her little hand tapping me to try to keep me awake.
And now, in the harsh light of day, I am reminded how rubbish I am on zero sleep and am already panicked about how I’ll cope once the baby is here to keep me awake too. When will I sleep?! Will I sleep at all? Will it send me a bit crazy? It’s been so long since I’ve had such a bad night with no sleep at all that I can’t remember what my best coping mechanisms are. And I can’t help but think that being nine months pregnant makes the whole no sleep thing even harder.
I have everything crossed that last night was just a blip and Frog will have a better night tonight. She’s clearly hugely stimulated by starting school and has been weirdly hyper right up until bedtime over the past week. But the night obviously took it’s toll on her too and I left her, for the first time, sobbing at school. My pregnancy hormones and lack of sleep found that tough, I can tell you.
As for the maternity leave zen that I wrote about last week, that’s kind of gone AWOL too. I’m finding that despite having an out of office set on my email I’m still getting demands from people (none of my regular clients, I hasten to add). It’s got to the point where I’m considering turning my phone off and changing my out of office to “HAVING A BABY. LEAVE ME ALONE.” Yep, the lack of sleep is making me irrational.
Any advice you have for coping with zero sleep this late on in pregnancy would be hugely appreciated. And if there are any sleep experts out there who can give me some pointers on helping my four year old if she wakes up again tonight… I’m all ears.
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