This is a collaborative post.
It’s true what they say: if you’re talking about it, you’re not getting it. And we’re not getting it. Sleep, that is. When I was pregnant, I prepared myself for what I thought I could expect when it came to sleep as a parent. After all, it’s what everyone says to you before your first child, isn’t it? I found all the ‘get sleep whilst you can!’ comments infuriating, always said with a patronising little smile and a tone that implies you have no idea what you’re letting yourself in for. I knew Sunday lie-ins would be a thing of the past. I was well aware new-born babies need feeding around the clock. I thought my expectations were realistic. But never, ever, in my worst-case scenario thinking did I ever imagine I’d get to this point: twenty months of parenting with only TWO nights where Pickle has slept through.