Sleep Deprivation is Torture
When my middle son was a baby I genuinely tried to work out how I could wrangle things so I could be looked after. In a hospital, without my children or unhelpful husband. Not my proudest moment. Actually one of my darkest.
I remember standing on the back deck on the phone to some sleep school or other, and hearing that there was a six week wait. Sorry, wha?? Six weeks? Are you joking, you can’t honestly think I can survive another six weeks like this.
I swore. A lot. And she got tetchy with me.