As I write this, my son has crashed out on the couch and my daughter is (hopefully) going to sleep in her cot. She's not crying yet, so I take that as a good sign. She isn't a very good sleeper - hasn't been for most of her life. Except of course, for the first few months where a lot of newborns just sleep, eat and poo. Once she hit four months it all went out the window. She got better around 11 months. Then around 18 months it went down the toilet. Now at nearly 2, it's finally, maybe, getting better. God, I hope it is. I don't think I've had 8 hours of sleep (in one night, ha) for years.
I was talking to a friend today about how her daughter sleeps and she said they struggle too - it seems so incredibly common. I wish it was talked about more - in a more positive way, not the mum shaming way. That, is spoken about more than enough.
No one tells you (or maybe they do, but you're not listening) about the toll motherhood takes on you. The endless crying, the colic, reflux, constipation, teething, sickness... and that's just the normal stuff. Never mind the other, more serious stuff that can happen. I was talking to my husband yesterday about how much of a toll parenthood has taken on both of us; we don't really get time four ourselves, we have no hobbies and are both pretty burnt out. I definitely feel like we need to find something that "fills our cups". He runs, I'd like to start running again too. Maybe pottery? Embroidery? Knitting? It feels like a cliche.
These are simply my musings. But if you're also a burnt out parent, know that you're not in it alone.