My first child didn’t sleep for any longer than 2-3 hours at a time at night. Was up for the day from 4am onwards.
Until he was 5 years old and at full time school he didn’t sleep a full night through.
Breast fed hourly day and night until around 5 months as he was low birth weight. Had colic so would scream and scream for hours.
When teething, unwell, had croup, a cough, temperature, his sleeping was zero. He would not sleep but occasionally would settle on me.
At 12 months I went back to full time work. Shifts, 12 hour day and 12 hour night shifts sometimes both in one week.
That meant, that regularly, I was up through the night, every 2-3 hours then up for the day from around 4am up all day, he didn’t nap either, to then go and work a night shift.
I had very little help from any family so sometimes had to stay up
after a night shift, after being up the night before with my child all day until dh got home from work and only then could I sleep. This went on for years.
I remember feeling physically sick most of the time, dizzy and light headed holding on to the kitchen counter to stop me from passing out. I had no memory of whole chunks of time, couldn’t drive because I was unsafe.
I was a walking, desperate corpse.
I looked a the floor of a public toilet once and considered locking the door and lying down such was my utter utter desperation.
Family members knew about my non sleeping child and my shifts. Not one of them, not a single one offered any help, support or relief. Not one.
I do not know how the fuck I survived. I don’t know why I did not die.
I would drink coffee and save cleaning jobs to do each hour in the day so I would not be seated.
I counted the hours to dh coming home from work, minute by minute.
I was given anti depressants and told by my male GP to go swimming 3 times a week to help with my energy levels. I was also HORRIFICALLY iron deficient. Of course, swimming and fucking anti depressants don’t do anything for iron deficiency.
Dark dark and desperate days.