I got very lucky with Briana. She started sleeping at least seven hours a night when she was just 6 weeks old. I mean, the times that she was falling asleep were sometimes taxing (between 1 and 3 in the morning), but I was still able to get a solid night of sleep. And she would wake up, get a fresh diaper and a bottle, and then she would go back to sleep…sometimes until as late as noon.
When she got a bit older, she was sleeping from midnight until 8 or 9. Solid sleep. No nighttime feelings or waking up crying. She slept perfectly.
So, for all intents and purposes, I skipped the fog of sleep deprivation from six weeks on. I was tired, but I felt like I had a pretty good handle on it, and thanked my lucky stars that I was blessed with a good sleeper.
Fast forward to the last month of my life.
It started small…the occasional need to rock Bria a back to sleep after she had been in bed for three hours or so. (She suddenly started falling asleep at ten about a month ago, so this meant rocking her back to sleep at 1 or 2.) I thought this was an aberration. I figured it was because we were getting ready to move and the apartment was chaotic and that the stress was getting to her.
Then we had to take a sudden trip to Oregon for a funeral. Her schedule was totally disrupted, and her routine went out the window, and it didn’t resume when we got back because of having to move a second time – we discovered mold in our apartment.
By the time we were all moved (again), poor Briana was so stressed and confused. And her sleep schedule was shot.
David and I have been able to move her back to going to sleep around ten, and that’s great. But my perfect sleeper is no longer a perfect sleeper. She has changed into a very restless sleeper. And she is waking up several times a night.
I feel exhausted to the point of collapse when I wake up in the morning, and run myself ragged all day trying to keep up with my adorable little crawler. And then, instead of being able to rest, I head to work, and come home and do it all over again.
She’s teething. She’s adjusting to me going back to work. She’s getting used to a new environment.
She’s killing me.
She doesn’t just wake up and go back to sleep when I rock her. She wakes up and stays very alert for between one and three hours, and then cries and cries and cries when you try to lay her back in her crib. So we rock. And rock. And rock. And sing. And rock. And then I collapse back into bed and get maybe two or three hours more sleep before she wakes up hungry. I am getting four hours or less some nights.
So, all of that long winded babble comes to this question: how did you deal with sleep deprivation, when you were basically going and going and going 20 hours a day? I am one of those people who functions best on at least 8 hours of sleep, if not more. I can function on six…or even on four for a day or two. But this has been going on for three weeks now, and I am so tired I am starting to make stupid (highly avoidable) mistakes at work…and that’s not a good sign when I have only been back for two weeks. T
Today I gave incorrect change twice…luckily the customers were nice about it…and totally screwed up on another transaction and had to basically void the whole thing and start over. I am normally not that ditzy…I am good at my job! This while thing is frustrating, and I need some advice.
A Very Tired Mommy
P.S. I can’t do the cry it out method. For one thing, I live in an apartment and we have a roommate, and for two, she’s in our room, so I wouldn’t get any sleep anyway. And frankly, I just can’t because listening to her cry and sound so scared breaks my heart.