I put them to bed.
But that’s not the end of the day.
Not even close.
Sometimes it feels like the start.
Read MoreThis won’t be a pretty poem or piece of prose. I don’t have the energy for that today. Truth be told, I can hardly string two sentences together.
Read MoreMama,
I see you,⠀
Waking up when you’re not ready, tending to them with the energy you don’t have, wondering what else you could do differently, reading everything, trialling anything, but nothing.
Read MoreDear mumma,⠀⠀⠀
I know you didn’t think it would still be going on now, but it is.⠀⠀⠀
They say it’s a newborn thing.⠀⠀⠀
They will start sleeping through,⠀⠀⠀
You will sleep again soon.
Finally, progress.⠀
I still wake up when she used to in the early hours of the morning but I don’t need to go anywhere because she’s still in dreamland. After months of an exhausting regression, finally there is some more time under the comfort of the covers rather than lying on the floor beside the cot. ⠀
Finally, progress.⠀
Well, sort of.⠀
It is with a seriously foggy thought process courtesy of far too many sleepless nights that I write this post. Sorry in advance for what may be a disorganised mess featuring many brain fades but it is important to me that I keep this blog as real as possible and man is the current chapter of teething terror a very real reality for our family of three.
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