We have all been there, the moment that sleep deprivation hits you like a pile of bricks.
For me, it was when my eldest son was 10-weeks-old. We hadn’t slept properly for weeks and everything was becoming hard – housework, daily routine, exercise, eating but most of all; relationships.
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.