Hey there blogeratti,
I know a lot of you are mummies, and you may just know what I’m talking about. If you break out in a cold sweat and quake at the mention of the words “newborn”, “sleep deprivation”, “reflux” or “colic”, this one’s for you. And, of course, me.
There is nothing harder, in my humble opinion, then being a new mum coping with an unsettled baby and the dreaded effects of chronic sleep deprivation. There is something soul destroying about sleeping only in hour long stretches at a time, every muscle, every cell, every pore aching with exhaustion.
My heart swelled with anxiety and love and desperation every time I looked at my baby boy.
And my husband tried to reach me through the fog.