18 month sleep regression/ dear god give me sleep

What’s the fun in having a fully functioning brain? Where would the challenge be if I was playing with a full deck? I had a conversation on the phone today where I forgot halfway through it to whom I was speaking. It was only when they gave their email address that I remembered. My website has been down for weeks. Which made me cry. I ran out of printer ink yesterday. Which made me laugh for ten minutes.

Rors is going through what is apparently a well known phenomenon – the 18 month sleep regression. May I take a moment to once again admonish the parents in our lives – WHY DIDN’T YOU WARN US?? WHERE WAS THE HEADS UP ABOUT THE NON SLEEPY TIMES??

Our tiny love was very occasionally sleeping through the night. Mostly, she’d go to sleep like an angel, we’d be up once or twice, and a 5 – 6am wake up for all except for Dad who’d left at 4. Then, hell in a hand basket. In the shape of a cute toddler, with the lungs of an olympic swimmer and the stamina of a marathon runner. Screaming at bed time and often through the night as mum and dad whimper gently and pray for the return of our sleepy girl. Tired doesn’t even come close to explaining it. If tired were a state, this would be a commonwealth. If you offered me a magnum of Moet or eight hours sleep, I’d club myself over the head with the bottle and gladly pass out.

She’s asleep right now. Looking peaceful, with her tiny hand curled around her favourite doll Bubby  and her perfect face relaxed and serene. I love her. So much. Maybe tonight, we’ll sleep.


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