I started my blog many moons ago now when Little Z was about 5 months old. The main reason I started it was because I was so sleep deprived I found I was completely exhausted all the time had no positive memories of him and all I focusing on was the amount of sleep I wasn’t getting. It was one of the best things I ever did and I now have about 300 posts worth of memories.
I’ve always been slightly sad though that I didn’t remember that much of his first 4 months. Until the other day, that is!
Some lovely person on Twitter mentioned that you could download your entire Twitter archive. Little Z coming along also marked the start of a major Twitter addiction so I was completely ecstatic and went off to have a read of a blow by blow account of Little Z’s first days and weeks on earth.
With all the brand new babies and sleep deprived mummies in my timeline I’ve been somewhat reminiscing about my own initial experiences of having a newborn. Yes, through very very thick glassed rose tinted spectacles.
I remember those first 3 weeks. I was staying at my mums because our heating had packed up. I was completely hormonal and crying at things like Shameless on the TV and completely exhausted because Little Z was waking up every 2 hours. 2 hours! After about 2 weeks of the same relentless cycle I was starting to go crazy and I could have made a massive wage as an extra in a zombie movie.
I was convinced I had given birth to a nocturnal child who would just want to play through the night by coo-ing and waving his arms around and nothing would get him back to sleep.
One particular night he was really unsettled and just cried and cried. He wasn’t hungry and he didn’t have a dirty nappy so I rocked him for 2 hours straight and relayed the length of his crying to my fellow Twitter mummies.
There was just fussing…and crying
And fussing…and crying.
After what felt like the night of no end I had a “brainwave”. I remembered he loved to be placed on the changing mat.
I placed him on it and he instantly shut up. The silence was amazing. He was still wide awake but at least he wasn’t crying anymore. Out of sheer exhaustion I placed the changing mat next to me in a the double bed and was highly tempted to just let him sleep on it next to me. Just so that I could have maybe 2 hours of uninterrupted sleep.
After about 5 minutes I snapped out of thinking this may be a good idea and rocked him back to sleep. And I think I ended up getting about 3 hours unbroken sleep that particular night. But it was ok, because for some reason, at the time I thought ALL babies slept through at 6 weeks. So I only had another 4 weeks maximum of sleepless nights to go.
Ahh…to be young and stupid again.