...is something I've never had until now.
A big night where I only got 6 hours? Not sleep deprivation.
Restless insomnia tossing and turning? Not sleep deprivation.
8 months pregnant and needing to pee every hour? Not sleep deprivation.
Straight up four days living it up at a festival. Not sleep deprivation.
Raving. With glow sticks. Without stopping. Not sleep deprivation.
Working late? Waking early?
No. Sleep deprivation is feeding a 2 week old every three hours around the clock.
Newfound respect for all mother's, ever, in the world, ever.
Was told it was going to be bad.
But nothing quite prepares you for the endless cycle where you fall asleep mid-sentence/standing up/sitting down/while trying to eat and sleeping mid-forklift.
Sweet Baby Jesus.
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Ah, I feel for you, Peas.
I remember all too well what it was like.
If I could pick just ONE thing to tell new moms, it is that IT DOES GET BETTER.
In the meantime, I hope you allow yourself to accept every ounce of help you can get. It can totally save your sanity.
xx
Thanks MeeA - that's exactly what I needed to hear, that it does get better! x
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