My god DD was a rubbish sleeper.
She's not great now, but it's more like once or twice a week she'll wake up now, rather than 6-8 a night.
I was OBSESSED with sleep. I remember walking with the pram, wondering how I could get another 20 minutes a night, which would add up to two hours extra a week....
Was stuck in a rut, thought wise and work wise. Couldn't learn anything new, can't remember much of her first two years of life.
Angry, shouty and bitter. My personality was changing...I'm quite a ray of sunshine (no, really) but I was becoming nasty, ratty, envious (an utterly foreign emotion to me) and sour.
I was and still am self-employed and my earnings were on the floor. V often when the DC were in nursery I'd get some sleep, knowing I'd have to work in the evenings, which meant less nighttime sleep, but I just couldn't think beyond the next hour or so.
Physically....ached, headache, fuzziness, permanent-hangover feeling.
Shit the bloody bed it was awful.....
We were going to go to the Millpond clinic, but then she started waking just 2-3 times a night and I felt less murderous.
DP used to take both children in the mornings for two hours and that's what, I think, kept me out of prison/hospital.
DD was exclusively BF, and BF'd until almost three years old....but then so was dream-boy DS, who was and is the best sleeper ever.