Crap nights

I don’t ever remember being this sleep deprived with my first. I can’t remember the last time I didn’t wake up still tired, I’m pretty sure it was sometime before I fell pregnant. Last night was rough, there has got to be some unwritten natural law that causes the wheels to fall off everything the night before a big day. The mighty midget has been having nightmares lately he shouts out 3-4 times a night yelling ‘No” and calling for daddy. Daddy doesn’t always hear straight away because he snores like a gorilla and when I go to settle him down it doesn’t always work, he’s developed a huge attachment to daddy since his little brother was born, and has pulled away from me. This breaks my heart slightly but I’ll go into that more in a later post.


So anyway back to the unwritten natural law of crap nights. Big Daddy had to leave the house by 6am today for business meetings in the city (up to 2 hours away). Of course this meant the mighty midget, who is usually in bed and settled by 7, decided to play up til just after 8. He then wake up at least 3 times through the night. The chunky monkey, who is usually settled in for the night by 8, played up until 10. On top of this I woke at 11 unable to lay on my left side because my breast was so sore, I went downstairs to pump, this didn’t really help. Once I went back to bed it seemed that my body couldn’t regulate its temperature and I lay shivering and aching for about an hour. When I finally decided to hop in the shower my fingernails, toenails and lips were blue. It took nearly half an hour with the water running hot before I started to warm up and when I did I started throwing up. I went back to bed just before the Chunky Monkey woke up for a feed, I could barely sit up without wanting to throw up by this stage so we fed and fell asleep lying down and by the time we both woke I was o.k again, bizarre. Needless to say I was exhausted and facing having a tired and cranky 2 year old and a demanding and clingy nursling all day by myself. I this probably sounds like no big deal to single mums out there or mums with partners who work away but I’ve been very spoiled. Big daddy works in the cafe next door to our house 4 hours a day so I always have help in the morning and at dinner time, I’m very lucky.

As usual I stressed myself out unnecessarily because we got through it, both myself and the mighty midget were in foul moods from lack of sleep but we came to a shaky compromise on T.V time (we watched all 3 toy story movies) and I even managed to get us dressed and decently fed, and got some washing on and cleaned the kitchen. WOO! Go supermum lol so now I know I can survive when Big Daddy has to go on long business trips or work in the city although I’m going to have to organise more activities to do with the mighty midget because I couldn’t keep a clear conscience if I let him watch T.V all day all the time, the mummy guilt would go into overdrive (that too will be covered in a future blog post I’m sure).

I’ve just realised that so far all my blog posts have been about kind of negative parenting stuff so I pledge that the next one will be a happy story because surprisingly enough we do have more good days than bad .