We have all been there, the moment that sleep deprivation hits you like a pile of bricks.
My husband, Joel, and I who never fight started sniping at each other and despite spending nearly 10 years together without having had one, it suddenly became a daily occurrence.
I knew something had to change. The sleep deprivation was starting to ruin every aspect of our lives. The best time of my life was becoming horrible and to be honest, really hard.
I had been working in the fields of Early Childhood Education and wellbeing since 2007 and knew all the things to do that would allow me to have “good habits in place”. But I had been so convinced in my hazy mummy brain that developing any sleep skills meant CIO (cry it out) and I was not (and am still not) comfortable with that.
I had read many books and had done so much research. Professionally, I was extremely well versed in infant behaviour and what to do and what not to do. But there I was, bouncing up and down on a yoga ball for up to 90 minutes, six to eight times a day (I even developed a gluteal muscle strain) trying to get my little mini me to sleep.
What I needed was support. I needed someone to come in and give me a cuddle, some tough love and say, “You are going to be OK and I’m here to help you."