Sorry, this is long and therapeutic ...
My DD has fairly severe reflux, which wasn't diagnosed until she was nearly 11 months old. When she hit 5.5 months, and moved out of her hammock, which incidentally is marketed as excellent for reflux babies (which is clearly was!), she stopped sleeping.
DH and I were averaging a couple of hours broken sleep each night. Dd, even though she was getting very little sleep, is/was a very happy baby, though sicky (hence why no one listened to me about there being something wrong).
At 10.5 months, my friend, C, who had a reflux baby, saw dd being sick 20 times literally in an hour and told me to push the doctor. We tried gaviscon - didn't work.
I took dd to dr, emergency appt, and said she didn't sleep. Was told that wasn't an emergency. Stated if she didn't get someone or something to help me, it was an emergency, as I was on the verge of flinging dd out a window.
I was literally at my lowest ebb. Dr wanted me on citalopram, and I had a prescription for it.
Another friend, B, - well done for getting this far - text me that day, and I told her the whole story, about my dd not sleeping, how dh and I were like zombies, at each other's throats, hadn't slept more than a couple of hours a night in months, how the doctor thought I was depressed.
"She'll sleep when she's a teenager haha!"
AIBU to think that is the single most dick like response ever, and she's lucky I didn't go and lamp her?
Dd is now on ranitidine, btw, and sleeps through. It was like a switch had been flipped when it got into her system. Will never not feel guilty for her suffering as long as she did, and never not feel angry that I was treated like a stupid, overprotective mother when I was right and something was wrong.
WIBU to wish her baby due in the middle of the year doesn't sleep? I know I would but I am still fucked off