Ah, sleep. It’s a wonderful thing, isn’t it? And it’s something that mums don’t ever seem to get enough of. And never do you value something more that when it eludes you.
I first experienced insomnia when I fell pregnant with my first child. At the time I most needed rest, it deserted me. And it didn’t improve on the other side. My baby was not one of those rare creatures to sleep through the night at six weeks of age (and if you are the mum of one of those perhaps you should stop reading now). But she wasn’t a terrible sleeper, either. She began sleeping through the night at around 8 months of age, right around the time I went and got pregnant again. Cue: insomnia! Given I was already in a perpetual state of fatigue, I went and did the same thing again. Having three children in less than three years meant that sleep was merely something I dabbled in. In those days if I got more than two hours of uninterrupted sleep I called that a victory!
But nothing lasts forever, right? Nowadays my three young children sleep soundly through the night, so that should mean I do too, right? Wrong. While they enjoy the never never land I wrestle with a mind that does not stop. Let me repeat that. It. Does. Not. Stop….