I broke some mum rules this weekend and had the best results. After only getting three hours sleep on Friday night, I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to function on Saturday, and as I was working on a bar until one a.m I knew I had to try and get sleep.
When you have a baby you are told by everyone to sleep when your baby sleeps. However, if you like having a clean house, clean clothes, a hot cup of tea, a grown up conversation, time to eat a sandwich and catch up with your social media news feed, those are the times when you can do it.
I am terrible at sleeping during the day, I have had too many years of a day job. Although I should go to bed early whilst my little one sleeps, I don’t because I would never get to see lovely boyfriend. My window for sleeping is fairly narrow.
Sadly the time slot that I set aside for sleep is one the the time slots that my mini man thinks he should be eating in, at least three times. Even though he wakes frequently through the night at seven a.m he is AWAKE. Not, play with his feet quietly and roll around his cot sort of awake. No. Blow the loudest, spittiest raspberries, shout, squeal, flail his arms backwards and forwards thumping loudly into the mattress and play with his feet awake.
The sort of awake that I can’t ignore for five more minutes. The sort of awake that might actually wake lovely boyfriend from his coma like slumber.
It must be a combination of hormones, caffeine and sugar, but most of the time I don’t feel too much like I have been run over by a bus. Saturday was different. I think it was the knowledge that I had to function later in the day as a proper person, but I decided to try and sleep.
I took my nearly ready for a nap baby into my bedroom, got into bed with him, attached his to the breast and lay down. I know that you are not supposed to do this as there is a chance that I could smother him in my sleep. The co-sleeping police are very vocal about this. I usually only put my little dribble face into my bed after his four a.m feed when I am too sleepy to sit up properly but I am not in a deep sleep anymore and doze with him.
Well, it was GLORIOUS. I had two hours of uninterrupted sleep. The fluffy family all stayed downstairs and left us alone. I can now say that I have had THE BEST NAP EVER.
A few years ago I would have laughed at someone who was so happy about a day time sleep. I was an idiot. I didn’t know. And now I do, I must evangelise about it.