I haven’t slept well, more than a few hours at a time, in almost a year. While I accept #teamnosleep is part of postpartum and completely support nighttime parenting, there’s a breaking point. I’ve reached it.
Sleep deprivation is hard on mental well being and physical health.
I decided last night I wasn’t doing nights by myself anymore, especially when I have a husband willing to help. Baby girl is having a horrendous time with teething and gets restless a few hours in the middle of the night.
So, last night, I nursed her fully and when she wouldn’t stay asleep at 1am, I asked Brandon to put her back to sleep and let him handle it.
I slept on the couch from 1 AM to 8 AM. It is the first time since she’s been born that I’ve had 7 hours of uninterrupted sleep.
Hallelujah praise baby Jesus.
Brandon is her parent, and he can parent her at night as well as I can at this age. Our baby girl was taken care of and loved, even if a bit cranky about it. And I slept. Will one night of sleep fix how I’m feeling? No. But it’s a lovely start to a new better normal
The first year of postpartum is coming to an end and I see the glorious light at the end of this difficult, tunneled path.