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It’s said that the night before you give birth is your last good sleep, but as anyone who’s been 39 weeks pregnant knows, a man probably said that. Your last good sleep was probably pre-conception, and there’s a high chance even that interrupted your slumber.
It’s also been said (by me) that the true concept of tired doesn’t sink in until you’re a parent. Of course you can be tired sans kids, but there is a special level of fatigue reserved just for parents on the Ladder of Tiredness. (It’s the one covered in stickers and texta scribbles.)
Oh, sure, I’d tasted plenty of tired canapés before my kids arrived: all-nighters finishing books, pregnancy insomnia, cheap flights to London via Chile, LA and Denmark, night shifts and sleeplessness caused by early starts, but that all paled by comparison to having a baby.
I remember The Moment it hit me. I’d just given birth and my son was off being cleaned up. I was wheeled to my room, where I desperately sought sleep. I’d been up for 500 hours and pushed out a giant baby and I thought, “Boy, have I earned some sleep!”
Five minutes later, my sweet, new son needed feeding. “But I just fed him,” I said, confused and irritable. “Yes, love,” said the midwife, “and he’ll need more again in two hours. And every two hours after that.”
No-one had told me this about newborns. Not one person informed me that my new baby would require sustenance from my body every few hours, every day, every night for months. I assume this is because it’s the kind of knowledge that is so deeply obvious that people don’t even bother mentioning it. But I’d like to take this opportunity to officially mention it.
(I second-guessed writing that, since you’re not supposed to admit you don’t know stuff when you’re a mum, even though I don’t know stuff every day, like the correct shape to cut sausages so your child won’t choke. Fingers, not coins!)
So there I was, a woman who’d spent months buying onesies and preparing for birth (19 hours) but not one moment reading up on what happens Once They’re Out (forever hours). How adorable.
When there’s a newborn in the house, sleep goes from a basic need into a mythical creature – an elusive, mystical wisp it’s impossible to grab on to for long enough to ever satisfy or restore you.
You spend all your time dreaming (not literally, dummy: you wish!) of sleep, of how fantastically capable and human you would feel if you could just steal a few solid hours.
But sleep doesn’t care about you and your petty needs. She’s busy! Got sh*t to do! Like collude with your baby to cry out just as you fall asleep. (There should be a word for that feeling parents experience when they get back into bed after settling an infant and begin to drift off, then hear the baby cry out again. It’s such a unique and torturous blend of disbelief, fatigue and fortitude.)
And so it is, that between the presence of one (new baby) and the lack of the other (sleep), you become the exact mushy-brained, slop of a person Mr Noll from Year 8 maths class always presumed you to be. What a pity. You used to be such a clever and competent person. But don’t worry, it all gets better once your baby is sleeping through and walking and talking!
And by better I mean worse. For this is the stage of Barefaced Sleep Lies, when your children learn they can wake you just for the hell of it. It usually kicks in once you’ve started sleeping 6-7 consecutive hours and you’re feeling optimistic about the return of normality.
Perhaps they wake you because they had a scary dream. They have a blocked nose or stuffy head. They’ve fallen out of bed. A loaded nappy needs changing. A wet bed. You know, reasonable things. But there are also many unreasonable things. Things that are generally saved until you have a huge day of work ahead or an early start.
There is the arena-volume yell that wakes the house: I NEED A DRINK! MY PILLOW IS WRONG! I LOST BUN-BUN! And the creepy standing-next-to-your-bed-staring-at-you tactic: “My feet are too hot.” “My back is too cold.” “I heard a noise.” “I saw Santa.” (In June.) “I want brekky.” (At 4am.)
“I’m too awake.”
Throw a dawn-waker in there and you’re all set.
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