DD2 is 14 months and usually wakes 4-5 times between 7pm and 7am. I'm still breast feeding and can settle her before 10pm with just a cuddle but anything after that and she wants boob. It's nigh on impossible to get her back in the cot after that point so I take her into my bed.
I say 'my' bed because DH has been in the spare room since I was about 7 months pregnant. He snores loudly and I was sleeping badly so he went in the spare room then and hasn't really come back in our room (apart from the odd night here and there and when I went into labour).
This means that, without, exception I have dealt with all of DD2's wakings. I'm fucking exhausted. And fucking furious that DH hasn't offered to do more and let it get to this point by just accepting that this is how things are and taking for granted that I'll just do it all.
Tonight I lost it. I'd managed to keep DD2 in the cot which was an achievement in itself. Went to bed at 11pm. Sod's law that DD1 woke up and came into my bed at 12am. DD2 wakes at 1am. I tried to feed her in her room and put her back in the cot and she was having none of it so I took her into my bed (with DD1). She was then tossing and turning and groping at me until 3am. During this time DH's snoring was reaching epic levels and was also winding me up. I got up and took DD2 into him and basically said he needed to deal with her.
He then popped his head back in my room and I screamed at him in a voice I didn't know I had
and said "I'M FUCKING EXHAUSTED. WE WOULDN'T BE IN THIS MESS IF YOU HELPED A BIT MORE. IVE BEEN ASKING YOU FOR MONTHS TO COME BACK TO THIS BED, PARTLY SO THAT YOU MIGHT HAVE SOME FUCKING APPRECIATION FOR WHAT EACH FUCKING NIGHT IS LIKE FOR ME".
Ugh. I'm totally mortified that I shrieked so much, and ashamed that DD1 (3) was asleep next to me
and that he was holding DD2 so she was right there too.
Yet I'm incensed that things have got to this point. I know it's made total sense for me to deal with the wakings as I've got the boobs and he's got to get up for work (I am a sahm for now at least). But I can't help thinking that if he was in our bed he might've been a bit more aware of what I've been doing for the last 14 months and might've, on the odd occasion, offered to deal with her waking. She goes ballistic if it's anyone but me who tries to go in to see her. I take some responsibility for that but DH takes none.
He's now taken dd2 out for a drive
which has infuriated me even more. She's not a colicky newborn. She needs to be asleep in a bed.
So it's 4am, I've had fuck all sleep and I'm fucking livid. And totally over this stupid sleepless rut I'm in and sick of the fact that it's my problem while DH gets his 8 hours every sodding night laying starfish aborning his head off.