Sleep! Remember that?!
When you tell people that you’re expecting (as a couple in my case of course), friends and family can’t wait to cheerfully exclaim that you will never sleep again, EVER, and walk off laughing.
Not having ever been a great sleeper in the first place, this never bothered me.
How little I knew.
The last 18 months have had some hellish moments in the sleep department. I always found the worst thing being woken up at about 11, just as I’d gotten into a deep sleep.
Things have calmed down a bit during the night with the teething coming to an end – and the focus is on when M actually sleeps during the day.
We have her down to one nap a day, just like they say on the internet.
“By now your toddler will be sleeping about 11 hours at night and taking a one- to three-hour afternoon nap every day.”
Can someone tell M that please. I’ve tried, but she is ignoring me.
To be fair, she is nailing around 10 hours a night and one nap a day. We no longer have the torture of trying to walk her to sleep at about 9 in the morning.
Now though, the problem is generally getting her to sleep at the RIGHT time during the day -whatever that is.
Last week I was walking up the Thames, constantly ordering M to put her head back in the buggy and drift off. We look at the 1pm mark as the time to get her to sleep for this mythical 3 hour nap, but it was almost 3pm and I was in a panic.
Today it was the just the opposite. As M was drifting off before midday – without having had lunch – I sped home, begging her to stay awake, at least until she had eaten a carrot stick.
This didn’t work – she was completely sold out.
So…instead I looked forward to a 3 hour break, only to be disappointed when builders on the floor below ours seemed to be drilling right into our flat. This woke M up after an hour, and now its going to be a long afternoon.
Sleep how I miss you…