I kept telling myself it would get better. My first two DSs weren't great sleepers so I thought I knew how bad it could be. But at a year old DS3 still doesn't sleep well. I kept telling myself: it'll be better at 3 months, 4 months, 6 months, once the sleep regression has passed, once the tooth is through, when he starts walking. And still night after night I'm up with him two times, five times, hours on end, three breastfeeds in a night. I never know what to expect. I go to bed not knowing whether I will be woken in ten minutes or whether it will be one of those rare nights where he only wakes once and will go back to sleep again after a feed. A year without proper sleep and I feel broken. My DH complains that I'm tired all the time. I only marvel that I can function at all, albeit poorly. I love my baby so much but I can't look after him when I'm too tired to wake when he cries and I can't stay awake to feed him. Then I'm too tired to take him back to his cot. Now the baby is asleep, DH is asleep, and I'm lying awake crying because I can't face one more night of no sleep. An endless series of broken nights. That's what my life has become.