I felt like I’d won the lottery when, at the tender age of 10 weeks, my baby girl started sleeping in 8 hour stretches through the night. It almost made up for the fact that most of those first 10 weeks were spent in floods of tears as I struggled, and failed, to breastfeed.
However, as we cracked on with the formula, the sleep situation disintegrated at approximately the same rate it’d improved. She would wake up writhing and struggling with wind. My sympathy soon gave way to frustration as she failed to re-settle and seemingly endless hours were spent rubbing and rocking and crying (sometimes all three of us!). By Christmas we were barely sleeping at all and I’d reached desperation point. It was like thieves had snuck into our house in the night and stolen our lottery win while we slept. Hahahahaha! Just kidding. We never slept.