When I was pregnant I remember being so uncomfortable towards the end that I couldn’t get a good night’s sleep. I actually looked forward to having the baby, foolishly thinking, if nothing else, I will be able to sleep.
After you have the baby – you then realize that the “no sleep” you experienced during pregnancy was actually a drop in the bucket. With a newborn you learn what it feels like to exist on short snippets of sleep that are continuously interrupted.
You hope and pray that your baby will sleep for even 5 straight hours.
You say to yourself “I just want this baby to sleep through the night,” and one day he does. Those 5 straight hours feel like a Bahamas vacation. You think then, I have made it through. Now I will start to be able to catch up on my sleep!!
What you fail to realize at that point is that sadly you will never really sleep again…and here’s why:
Well, nobody really mentioned this to me that I can recall. All I know is that I had a baby that just barely slept through the night and the next thing I know he’s up being a total asshole all night, crying and drooling everywhere.
I was ill-prepared for the following 18 months that required me to pump my baby with various anti-inflammatory and pain-relieving medicines to get even close to a full night of sleep.
That’s correct – babies teethe for 2 solid years. So put that in your hat and smoke it – new mothers.
After that whole fucking fiasco is over with – you will think you are in the clear. After 2 years and 9 months of no sleeping – finally you will have a chance to rest.
Guess what it’s time for?
I just could not wait to have my kids out of diapers. Poor Michael was 18 months old when I had Sam so I tried to get him out of diapers sooner than he was probably ready for – just out of selfish monetary necessity.
While I might have saved some money in the Pampers aisle and thoroughly enjoyed lighting my diaper genie on fire once and for all…I had not anticipated what would happen at night.
Poor Michael peed the bed every night for what felt like 10 years (but was actually 1 year.)
I think if one were to want to commit some sort of medieval tortures they would let said person go to sleep – and then wake them by a crying toddler, and then force them to strip urine soaked sheets, change a urine soaked crying child, and then put a fresh, clean FITTED FUCKING SHEET on the mattress at 2 AM.
Nothing can prepare you for this. At a certain point you will find other ways to deal with this….
The pediatrician told me that children (boys especially) have no control at night of their bladders and finally after many nights of stripping the bed and changing sheets in the middle of the night, we started buying Pull-ups.
We then let Michael wear a pull-up until he was about 10 just so we could sleep.
But alas – I made the irrational choice to have Sam when Michael was 18 months old – so I had to start the cycle of no sleep torture all over again.
Sam offered a special new feature to the “You will never sleep again” cycle.
Something apparently called “Night Terrors” which involve said child to sit straight up in his bed in the middle of the night usually starting right about when you are going to bed and screaming at the top of his lungs as though Freddy Krueger has come to kill him.
Sam would scream as though he was in a horror movie all night long from age 2 until quite recently (age 7.) It’s a horror movie scream so it will wake you up from your sleep immediately.
You will think first “Am I being murdered?”
A quick assessment – and “No,”
“Is my child being murdered?”
A quick assessment- and “Maybe.”
You will run to the child’s room and he will be screaming as though he is being murdered – his eyes might even be open – but there’s no reasoning with this possessed being.
He will scream and convulse in his “night terror” until his “REM sleep cycle is over” – aka (ALL FUCKING NIGHT.)
After months and years of this – I found myself shaking him vigorously trying to wake him. I would be in a sleep-deprived state – screaming “WAKE THE FUCK UP!!!” to no avail.
So – that was until he was about 6.
So…..by then I was about 8 years sleep deprived….no-biggie.
Night terrors are not to be confused with night MARES!
My kids (and maybe all kids these days) are fucking chicken shit – scaredy babies.
I have blogged about how I have lost many nights of valuable sleep due to the ANNABELLE MOVIE TRAILER.
That’s just one example…
There’s no end to the things that might frighten your child and keep him or her up all night long. They will torture your life and make you get into bed with them.
You will say “No – go to bed.” several times – and then maybe the third time that they wake you up standing over you begging to get into your bed you will give in because your eyeballs and brain cannot keep up with these middle of the night requests.
This will result in elbows and knees in your face and stomach all night long – prohibiting your body from resting. Your husband (who is a smart man) will leave at some point to seek rest and peace in one of the children’s beds….
Sometimes he will take a picture of his bed before he leaves:
Just when you think you are in the clear.
Maybe there is no good reason for your kids to be awake at 3 AM. So you settle down for a long winter’s nap – and just when you think you might get a full night of sleep you will be met with a kid that is either coughing and gasping for air all night or barfing his brains out.
You will find yourself instead of sleeping in your bed peacefully – rinsing vomit-soaked sheets and rubbing your child’s back all night.
It’s a torture that nobody can prepare you for – you don’t even know how your body is moving but you will remove that dreaded fitted sheet – yet again – and you will remake the bed……again.
They simply don’t want to go to bed:
When everything is aligned perfectly and your children are feeling good, their teeth have come in, they don’t have a stomach bug and they have nothing to be scared of – they suddenly just don’t want to go to bed.
Mr. Gaga and I love going to bed more than anything.
We find ourselves at events, including a wedding this weekend -where all we do is dream of going to bed.
We think about the joy of coming home, kicking off our shoes, taking off of our spanx, and diving head-first into the luxurious pool of heaven that our bed offers.
Possibly every single night that we go to bed, we crawl in and we say aloud things like “Thank you Jesus!” as we pull our sheets and blankets onto our tired bodies, or sometimes “I love you bed!”
But not our children!
They don’t ever want to go to their beds.
Every night I chase them around for 30 minutes trying to get them to go to their beds.
When they finally are settled I will go downstairs.
Without fail – EVERY NIGHT!! they will go into each other’s room, wander to the bathroom or wander downstairs to tell me of some bizarre reason why they cannot go to bed.
EVERY NIGHT!! I will spend the next 30 minutes
screaming shut the fuck up and go to fucking bed
rubbing backs, applying band-aids, assuring them there is nothing to be afraid of, warning of missing the bus in the morning, etc. etc,.
When that doesn’t work – I will go upstairs and shut off every light I can find and threaten their lives…
Sometimes they will find secret lighting devices and I will have to confiscate those….
Finally they will go their beds when they have no other options.
This is a lengthy process…
You are old:
A few nights will come along – when you find that everything falls into place that you can go to bed and get a full night’s sleep.
Those are the night’s that you will find yourself staring up at the ceiling thinking about all that you have to do and all that you should be stressed about.
Your neck and back might hurt.
You might have an injury from your Zumba class.
You might have indigestion or heartburn.
You will have to get up to pee.
You won’t be able to sleep.
Because….well….you were supposed to be sleeping approximately ten years ago and now that ship has sailed….
Now your old… and you have restless leg syndrome.
You will sabotage yourself:
Even still – you might find yourself with your partner planning a night that you will purposely go to bed late.
Your kids are older now and maybe they sleep a little better – so why not stay up and have some fun?
You will have a night of drinking alcohol, or going out on a date, or watching reality television.
You will continue to do this – despite the fact that it will take a full week to recover from such a wild night.
You will regret it the following morning – but you will do it again anyways.
Thank God I have Mr. Gaga to be the voice of reason – most times that I suggest such an evening:
When all is said and done – we are destined to be tired for awhile.
I am hoping when we retire after the kids go to college and get married we can catch some zzz’s – but that might be unrealistic.
As usual….consider yourself warned people.
PLEASE CLICK THE BANNER BELOW BEFORE GOING TO BED!!! XO, LADY GOO GOO GAGA