The truth about Sleep

The truth about Sleep

Oh how I miss it.  If sleep was an olympic sport I could have been a repeat gold medal champion without a doubt.  I loved it.  So much.  But I took it for granted.  Before I had my little boy I remember moaning (frequently) about how “tired” I am , that it was so hard having to get up for work at 9 in the morning, only getting to lie at weekends,  That shift work was soo tough.   I still remember to this day going on a dog walk with a good friend of mine who was pregnant and moaning about how tired I was.  How she didn’t punch me I have no idea;  I went on , and on , and on and she just smiled.  Now, I know why.

The first trimester was horrific, I was drunk on tiredness, the second was survived, and the third trimester, well; we don’t talk about that. And then the baby came.  A beautiful baby boy born at 0639 in the morning on the 29th October 2013.  I had been up since dawn the day before and realised that day that my life had changed forever.  Gone were the days of having a lie in until 10 in the morning, no more vegging on the sofa watching ‘Monarch of the Glen’ all day,  No more late party nights, no more rest;  at all…

And this is how it has stayed.  Now a late night for me is staying up until 9.30.   Having a lie in means not getting up until 7am.  Tiredness has reached a new level.  Now I only mention being tired when I fall asleep standing up or my eyes glaze over so much so that I’m seeing double.  Tiredness is a word used far too often but only parents realise the true meaning of it.  Now, if someone without children mentions they are tired I just laugh to myself and think, ‘You my friend, have NO idea what tiredness is’.  Enjoy your lie in , my day has already started.