There is absolutely no denying it; my second baby is a rotten sleeper. I could count on one hand (one finger almost) the amount of times that she’s only needed resettling ONCE overnight. Sometimes we’ll get away with only having to get up to her twice a night, but generally speaking it’s three or four times a night. Worst case scenario: it’s every hour.
And it’s hard. It’s absolutely exhausting. Sometimes I dread the night; knowing that it won’t be restful. I know that I’ll have to face tomorrow more tired than I am today.
But I don’t want your sympathy.
It’s true, I haven’t had a full night’s sleep for the entire six months of my daughter’s life. Her crying wakes us all; including the 3yo – which means we’re ALL tired the next day. We’re all exhausted.
But I still don’t want your sympathy.
No, she doesn’t sleep much; but she is healthy.
Yes, I am exhausted; but I have children.
And these are blessings that are denied to many.
I don’t want your sympathy, because the only thing I have lost is sleep (any maybe a little sanity).
I know nothing of the exhaustion faced by the mother whose child has seizures through the night. I know nothing of the pain of watching my child undergo chemotherapy. I don’t spend my nights worrying about the future of my disabled child. Nor do I lay awake praying to be blessed with a healthy pregnancy after my seventh miscarriage. And I have never experienced the heartache of a parent who has lost a child.
My baby doesn’t sleep, but I don’t want your sympathy.
I appreciate your understanding, as we’re late – again. And your patience as I try to gather my tired thoughts together to form a coherent sentence. I’m so grateful to have your support while I also juggle parenting a busy three year old in my tired daze. I’m thankful to have your listening ear, and non judgmental company as I unload my exhaustion.
But please, save your sympathy for those who really need it.