Why yes: but only on me. 😬
It wasn’t always like this. They are now 22 weeks old, which puts them right in the middle of the tricky (hellish) period known as the “4-month sleep regression”.
Until I had babies I’d never heard of sleep regressions; until a fortnight ago I wasn’t sure if I believed in them. Now? I’m pretty convinced!
It’s not that they no longer sleep at all, but rather that they like to sleep in our arms. For short periods. And very lightly. From an evolutionary perspective, I get it: they want to be safe from jaguars. Very sensible baby behaviour, frankly!
They’re gaining new skills daily (chief amongst them: flipping over and getting stuck) and I guess their accelerating metabolisms and growing brains have stimulated their appetites again. So we’re back to hourly feeding, which is fine, except for when it’s not, which is whenever I want to do anything else. Like SLEEP.
Anyway. There comes a point in rolling sleep deprivation where you admit defeat and live on coffee… This is my fave at the moment.
Cold milk on ice, a dash of maple syrup, and a double espresso. ☕️ #survivalmode
- Half a glass of milk
- Large handful ice cubes
- 25ml maple syrup
- 50ml espresso
Everything in the glass
Down in one! 😉
Swearing profusely tends to help a bit though! 🤦♀️🍼😬
Same goes for:
– spoiled milk (out too long)
– rediscovered milk (forgotten in the heat of another moment)
– regurgitated milk (oh reflux you are THE WORST)
In the early weeks of learning to feed my twins, I was breastfeeding them both every 2 hours, including overnight, as well as giving top-up bottles, and expressing, every 3-4 hours.
Each night felt like a surreal marathon running parallel with the time when I should have been being rejuvenated. By 6am each day I would already be a wreck. These flapjacks helped. A lot.
- 450g oats
- 300g margarine (or butter if richer & greasier is appealing)
- 80g demarera sugar
- 120g golden syrup
- 60g treacle
- 100g chopped almonds
- 100g sultanas
- 50g golden linseed (“flaxseed”)
A note on ingredients: oats, almonds and linseed are all supposedly good for stimulating milk supply. Anecdotally I would agree but there is no published evidence for their efficacy. However they were definitely good for sustaining my blood sugar and sanity during otherwise dark and hangry times.
If you know someone who is in the early stages of learning to cope with a new baby, these would make an EXCELLENT gift.
- Melt the margarine, sugar & syrups in a big pan.
- Turn off the heat.
- Stir in the nuts, raisins & seeds.
- Stir in the oats (slowly but surely the mixture will come together)
Get a standard-sized baking tray. Line it with baking paper. Scoop the mixture into the tray and press down.
Bake at 180’C for 20 minutes; longer if you want it crispier, however the longer you cook it the more the sultanas will be scorched.
The kitchen should smell great by the time it’s cooked.
I scour it into columns and rows with a knife whilst it’s still hot and soft, then leave in the tin for at least half an hour (realistically: until I next get 2 minutes off from baby-wrangling).
Once cool, I lift out the whole slab on its baking paper and break it into squares. Bits that fall off get eaten first. The rest goes in a tin that goes on the kitchen counter by the kettle… or on the bedside table.
Hey, we thought. Let’s have a baby!
or rather, we thought: Let’s stop trying not to have a baby, whilst very aware that when a woman’s in her early thirties (me) the chance of getting pregnant straight away is pretty small (just under 1 in 7, or about 15%), and fully content with the idea that it could take months or even years to actually conceive said baby.
Oh really? Said fate, or Sod’s law, or whatever you want to call the power that makes unlikely things IMMEDIATELY happen at maximum intensity. Feeling pretty relaxed about all this, are you? We’ll see about that!
Lightning struck twice that first weekend; exactly 8 months later, our tiny twin girls were born, and it’s fair to say that nothing since has been the same…
We’re now 4 months in and I have come to realise that I need a place for the whirligig of rants, ruminations and eureka moments that form the mosaic of early parenthood in the internet age. It’s remotely possible these bits and pieces might be interesting or helpful to other people, but if – as is way more likely – they are not, then this will still be a tidy little time capsule for me, which my future self might return to, to re-live these strange early days with the wry fondness of hindsight, that would otherwise have been lost in the mists of sleep-deprivation…
AKA if I don’t write it down it’ll be gone forever as I currently have the memory of a cartoon fish. 🐠