Sleep and I have had a tricky relationship for a number of years – I even wrote it a breakup letter back when I was awake ALL FREAKING NIGHT breastfeeding a 4-month-old Martha. So when I was invited to the Dreams factory by Mumsnet, to help develop two new mattresses tailored to parents, I had to get involved. I mean I may as well be comfortable when I’m laying in bed with a wriggly child or a brain that won’t shut down, right?
20 months ago, we spent a freaking fortune on a fortnight’s holiday abroad with both mini humans, who were just turned 2, and 4 months at the time. The 4* holiday – complete with luminous buffet food, infection-infested toddler pool, and hotter than expected weather – was, overall, a disaster. Martha was awake breastfeeding through the heat 24/7, Toby got an awful ear infection from the pool, and although there were some lovely moments, it was absolutely not worth draining our savings account for. Since then, we’ve stayed closer to home, enjoying several wonderful breaks in the UK. So far, we’ve mostly explored more rural settings at destinations such as Center Parcs and Bluestone, however without any plans for a week-long holiday this year, we’re having a think about the cities we’d like to visit and explore for just a couple of nights at a time.
“Don’t die with the music still in you” I heard this on Thought for the Day the other week on the Chris Evans breakfast show and it haunted me, the words swirling around my mind as I processed not only what was being said, but also the fact that my beloved Nan had passed away only days previously. We had been playing her favourite music to her almost right until the very end.
The more stressed I get, the more tired I get. Yet when I reach the point of stress-induced exhaustion, I can’t sleep. Isn’t it such a nasty trick for my body to play on me? I’m sure I’m not alone in this, and the frustration just exacerbates the problem until a myriad of other physical and mental health issues start to raise their ugly heads.
Happy birthday darling Martha! You are a feisty, funny, brave, beautiful whirlwind of laughter and light who completed our family. Since turning one you have mastered walking and talking, you’ve stopped breastfeeding, you’ve learned how to jump and run and spin and climb, how to recite your favourite songs and stories, how to dribble and kick a ball. Your smile and laughter are infectious – your dimples could get you out of any trouble – you give the tightest cuddles and the sweetest little kisses. You’re so happy, so stubborn, so full of life.