Please excuse me, but I'm currently wallowing in self loathing and pity, I need to vent, I'm at the end of my tether.
My daughter is 11 months old, naps and sleeps terribly, so much so that we are seeing a sleep consultant (run by my LA)
We have all been suffering from this for 4 months now - at its worse she was up x15-20 a night. We would have to rock or feed her to sleep.
We had made some improvement, I had stopped breastfeeding to sleep at bedtime and during the night (both took 3/4 days of just my Husband doing the bedtime stuff)
We seem to have taken 2 steps forward and what feels like a million steps back.
She keeps waking at 0400,has done for weeks,
she's either wide awake or inconsolable. We have introduced a complete blackout blind at the suggestion from the sleep consultant but my H is convinced she sleeps better with a light on..... I'm not so. She sleeps like shit anyway!
The rub is one of is in the same room as her - wehave taken to doing "nightshifts" we live in a one bed flat so there is no separate room for her and one of us sleeps on the sofa bed to get some rest.
This morning was a corker, up at 0400, upset if I tried to rock, would only BF (I was too tired to refuse) would settle next to me only to fling herself awake again ad infinitum.
My H took over about 0530 were she apparently fell asleep straight away with one of her soft toys. He was acting rather smug saying it's because I turn the night light off.
Anyway, the title.... I'm so, so frazzled. She can be super in the day, funny, bright, engaging - a delight. We go to the park all the time, soft play, swimming. Everyone says how bright and well behaved she is! At home she turns into cling film.
She will literally chase me around and hang off the back of my legs. I can barely get a drink or go to the toilet sometimes. It's as if she doesn't want me to do anything! If I'm just sat on the floor with her she's off pottering around...
So my tolerance is at zero. I shout at her. I sit her on the floor and shout "what do you want?" And she's cries this awful cry. And it breaks my heart, even though my heart is already breaking because I'm so stressed and miserable. Sometimes I will withhold eye contact, I can't bear to look at her. I'm sure she thinks mumma hates her (not as much as mumma hates herself though).
I have no time to cook/clean - we' re limited what we can do of an evening because of noise.
Because I've no time to cook, I'm relying on pouches/toddler meals for her and that makes me feel bad because I feel like I'm failing her (again)
I just feel like I am damaging her by shouting and getting angry. My general mood is rubbing off onto her. I'm grumpy most of the time. I nag my H, we bicker a lot, something we NEVER used to do.I get angry so very quickly too. I keep trying to tell myself that it won't be like this forever but I can't see through that.
The worse thing is that I had a crappy, unhappy childhood and I wanted hers to be so different from mine.
I'm failing miserably at this, she deserves so much better than me.
Sorry for rambling, it probably doesn't make much sense.