Like seriously though, it’s been 84 years!
I haven’t trusted the night since Christmas. We’ve had the odd good night or three here and there, but nothing consistent enough to have any faith that I’ll get a decent night’s sleep.
Sometimes it’s obvious like if he’s ill but other times I have no idea why! He’s not drooling like he’s teething although second molars are yet to come through. Naps make absolutely no difference - nap, no nap, early nap, late nap, short nap, long nap. The only thing the nap has an effect on is bedtime so might as well have it early and keep it short so we at least get a couple hours in the evening to breathe before my anxiety drives me to go to bed no later than 9pm knowing I’ll be woken up 7643 times and pushed off the bed when I inevitably bring him in with me. And then get up latest 6.30am!
This is worse than baby sleep, at least back then I was on maternity and it didn’t really matter 😫