Sleep has always been my friend. Give me somewhere to lie my head and I’ve always been able to snooze off with no problems, straight after a coffee, on a train, on a couch with a party in full swing. It’s one of my favourite things.
In fact, it was one of the things I was pretty scared of post-child – how would I cope with less sleep? I was a full 10 hour a night kind of girl.
The answer I soon found was that I coped better than I expected. I would nap in the afternoon with J beside me, I’d bring him into bed to maximise night time sleep. I coped, in that kind of frayed round the edges way that most mothers cope with sleep deprivation. I got used to it.
But it’s only now, 16 months down the track, when I am again enjoying an uninterrupted nights sleep that I realised how frayed those edges had become. Thanks to the joy that is unbroken sleep, I am slowly becoming more motivated, more alert, more positive. I seem to be achieving more in a day instead of feeling like I’m merely surviving. I am blogging more again.
And for that, I am so so grateful.
This morning J woke at 5.30am and I awoke to get him dozy and feeling a bit poorly. He was fairly grumpy – which seems to be his wakeup style most mornings. I desperately wanted some more sleep. Seeing this, Mr P took J got him dressed and headed off to the farmers market. And then I snuggled back into our kingsize bed, with our cat Magnum snuggled next to me and slept for another 2 hours.
Grateful doesn’t even begin to describe it.
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