Welcome to the Thunderdome: When The Bedroom Turns Into A Post-Apocalyptic War Zone

It had to happen. I knew at some point I’d break down and write about the “S” word, because the utter lack of it is a theme common to most (all?) new parents. It’s absence hovers over us, a constant grey cloud, reminding us of a time when things were much more simple, a time when it wasn’t so hard to obtain. For 16 months and 11 days I’ve waited patiently, obsessing over my desire for it. I’ve tried everything to bring it back into my life. I’ve read books, spent countless dollars on specialty clothing, purchased hours of tailor-made music designed to help set the mood. Recently I’ve taken to incorporating aromatherapy into the bedroom, out of sheer desperation to find something that works. Each night, I go through the same routine, hoping that this night, this one night, it will happen, because I need it. “Oh please, please little baby. Please just sleep.”

Truthfully, I’ve been on the fence about writing anything regarding sleep. When you are so sleep deprived it takes you 30 seconds to figure out which end of the shampoo bottle shampoo comes out of (true story), it is hard to put anything together that doesn’t just sound horribly whiny. Also, there are already people who have done it, and done it very well (for those of you who don’t already know the blog How To Survive A Sleep Thief, check out the post I’m referring to here; it is brilliantly funny, and perfectly sums up everything I wish I could say about living with a kid who doesn’t sleep, but can’t because it took me 30 seconds to figure out which end shampoo came out of).

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In case you were thinking, “maybe her shampoo bottle is confusing?” let me show you a picture of my shampoo. Not exactly a brain buster, under normal circumstances.

So what made me do it? Well, for starters, I’m delusional. With tiredness. Because the last time I slept through the night was back when the words “North West” and “One Direction” referred to parts of a map, rather than a bagillionaire toddler, and a handful of post-pubescent weasel boys ruining music. And lately, little Baby 1.0 has decided that getting up 2-3 times in the night wasn’t enough, and has increased it back up to 5 times. 5. Times. A. Night. Little reminder, she is 16 months. Being plunged back into the thick of what is essentially newborn level of sleep deprivation, I am reminded of a few things:

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Pick One Direction, and head that way, away from me, forever.

1. Removing regular sleep from your routine changes who you are on a fundamental level. For example, I turn into a crazy asshole when I don’t sleep. Like, seriously, a totally crazy asshole. Case and point? This morning, after another absolutely brutal night, I spent no less than 12 minutes hunting down a fruit fly who landed innocently on my arm, and when I finally got it, I smashed it with a smile on my face, like some kind of insect serial killer. Did I have to invest 12 minutes of time in hunting down a solitary fruit fly? No. Did I have to smile when I killed it? Big time no. But No-Sleep-Emily is currently the captain of this ship, and she is a scary asshole.

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This is me, the morning after another sleepless night.

2. When I don’t sleep, my mind turns into a garbage disposal of thoughts which A) immobilize me, preventing me from completing any kind of task,  further perpetuating my garbage disposal tendencies, and B) keeps me from falling back asleep. Usually, somewhere around 3am after Baby 1.0 wakes up for the umpteenth time, my mind does this: I need to go to the store and get dinner food. We need to eat healthier. I need to buy more vegetables. I need to buy organic. Organic is too expensive. I need to get a job. I don’t want to have someone raise Baby 1.0. I need to socialize Baby 1.0 more. I NEED TO STOP THIS. I will count until I fall asleep. 1, 2, 3, 13, purple, I need to email every single person I know, urgently. I need to clean out my email inbox. I need to vacuum. I need to clean out the litter box. I need to order cat litter. I need to order cat food… AND IT GOES ON AND ON.

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This is my brain at 3am.

3. Being horribly, hideously, sleep deprived makes me feel like I have the worst hangover of my life, but nothing makes it go away. Well I can’t say nothing, because I have a sneaking suspicion a couple of vodka tonics would do the trick, but I haven’t entered that territory since my bachelorette party where I peed (basically) in the doorway of a Walgreen’s, while leaning up against a newspaper box. My head aches, my eyes burn, my muscles are weak, my stomach hurts. I can’t help but wonder if hardcore sleep deprivation is used against spies and terrorists to break their spirit. Let me just say, I would tell someone anything they wanted to know if that meant I could start sleeping through the night again. Update: just this morning there was a news story about how the CIA used sleep deprivation against suspected terrorists. I’m not condoning torture in any way, even though I am being tortured, and misery loves company.

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This would work… but probably not a sustainable solution.

4. I hate nighttime. The more sleep deprived I get, the more I dread going to bed. It’s one thing to bump along during the day, feeling crappy, but having things to distract you from the crappiness, and another to be forced out of bed for hours of the night trying, in vain, to convince another human to do something they have no interest in doing. It is frustrating on a level I still can’t wrap my head around, and more depressing than watching one of those science programs that always shows the baby deer being hunted by a wolf. Stop with that. We get it. Wolves eat baby deer.

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Stupidly, very stupidly, I just googled “wolves hunting deer.” Bambi with a butterfly on his butt is better.

5. Lastly, this has served as a reminder that this is hard. This is hard, man. Not always, but sometimes, and sometimes for long chunks of time. It is hard to be patient and kind when you feel like a rabid raccoon. It is hard to be empathetic and understanding when all you can think about is the burning behind your eyes, and the heaviness in your limbs. Forget being the perfect mom. When you are bone tired, it’s all you can do to remember to put on two shoes that maybe match. So the next time some little turd kid rips a toy out of my little dumpling’s hand, and their mom just stares blankly ahead, I will try to give her the benefit of the doubt. Maybe she’s just tired. I get that.


Image credits: Cover, ShampooOne Direction, Joker, List, DrunkBambi

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16 comments

  1. Hehe, I also thought it was a different s. I hear you on the sleep issue. 15.5 months of reflux here. Sometimes she woke up every 30 minutes. Thankfully we are down to about five times a night now and by co-sleeping this is manageable but my brain is basically mush. I keep saying I feel like I’m in some kind of sleep experiment. Hope things settle down for you soon.

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    1. Hey, it’s peanuts compared to what you did for me yesterday (and today for that matter!), but hopefully you aren’t allergic to peanuts…terrible analogy, but I’m tired! Glad you liked it. Maybe someday, some glorious day, we will sleep, uninterrupted, for several hours in a row. And upon being woken up, someone will make us pancakes to deposit in our mouths, rather than the baby doll you were force fed this morning.

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    1. Let me first say, you are the very first to come here via the twitter. You have just made my day. Also, in our pre-child lives, my hubs and I were big time into home brewing. We got so into it, we were growing our own hops, and putting all kinds of crazy stuff into the beer from our garden. Then we had a baby and… well you know the routine! Tasty looking spread you have on your homepage, my friend. Thanks for the visit and kind words! Cheers!

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  2. I too am a terrible asshole when I don’t get enough sleep. Co-sleeping as really helped to get a few more hours of rest (I wont call it sleep necessarily). He is 9 months now and I think about weaning him into his own bed in his own room but I am terrified of the hours of lost sleep that I will spend walking back and forth, from his room to ours. I hope things settle down for you but its good to know there is a whole army of sleep deprived zombie moms out there staring at incomprehensible lists at 3 am when I need a bit of moral support!

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    1. Our little slept in a swing. In our room. For 7 months. Yes, a swing, going at full speed. Finally, at 7 months, knowing full well were were in for a ride, we transitioned her to a pack and play, still in our room. It was rough for a few nights, but eventually she slept in there for a few hours at a time. Then we moved her to her crib in her own room, and I did, and continue to do, the walk between rooms. I hear ya, with feeling anxious about the missed sleep to come, and not wanting to get out of bed. It totally sucks, and it’s not easy, that’s for sure! But I hope that when you do need some moral support, or maybe a little laugh at 3 am, you will come back! Get some sleep, mama!

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  3. Some of the hardest times I ever went through. Somehow, you make it. I’m not sure how but you do. Some of us even do it more then once for some reason. It gets better I promise. Not perfect, but better. Sending sleepy baby vibes your way my friend.

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    1. I think the saying is “you can sleep when you’re dead” and I totally agree! I think of that saying often when I’m bleary-eyed and bumbling around the house in the mornings. Looking forward to seeing you guys soon!

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