Sunday, 5 June 2016

Mother's Sleep Deprivation

My little boy is going to be one this month! I can hardly believe it.

What's more, I can hardly believe that I have not had an uninterrupted night's sleep for nearly a whole year.  Sleep deprivation is a special kind of torture.

"Forcibly depriving a person of sleep is a profound assault on the entire biological system at the foundation of that person’s mind and body." Psychology Today, Dec. 2014

The sleep deprivation being referred to here is extreme, where a subject is forced to stay awake for long periods of time (180 hours being quoted at one point).  It is hard to know where my sleep deprivation fits in because I do get small amounts of sleep every night, broken up into 1-3 hour chunks.  

When I read the effects of sleep deprivation, I recognise some of the symptoms  - "unpleasant feelings of fatigue, irritability and difficulties concentrating...poor judgment...considerable increase in appetite...apathy... lethargy and social withdrawal." Psychology Today, Dec. 2014.  I am sure that these things can be experienced in varying degrees and certainly with more severity for the poor person who is forced to stay awake for 180 hours in a row.  Yet that shouldn't negate the fact that mothers, who experience continual sleep interruptions and lack of sleep over a long period of time, are bound to suffer too.

Since I have gone back to work, I have found it more and more difficult to cope without sleep.  In particular, I think this is down to the mental demands of my job as a senior leader-cum-teacher in school.  If I am totally honest, I have found recalling even my timetables a challenge at times - something I am used to doing at speed.

I feel like something has to give.  I need to be fit to look after my baby.  I need my husband to be able to share the load.

So I decided two nights ago, not to feed my baby overnight anymore.  No controlled crying still or anything like that.  But offers of other comfort and water, if he is thirsty.  A weight has been lifted off my shoulders.  The process, however, is by no means easy...


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