- Day 71: 4am wake up & Bright Future’s bright beginning
- Day 72: Rosa Parks & Retelling Jokes
- Day 75: Faults & Adaptability
- Day 79: Good nights and bad nights
- Day 80: Good England & bad sci-fi
- Day 81: Trapped feet & freed words
- Day 82: Jobs & processes
- Day 85: Mattresses and eleven o clock stop
- Day 88: Spreadsheets & bare minimum
As previously mentioned, Sophie was always a great sleeper.
For the first nine weeks of her life, it was pretty simple. She’d sleep a lot throughout the day, as long as she was on the chest of either Fay or me, then, when it got to between ten or eleven pm, she would feed, fall asleep at the breast and, after we’d left her to sleep on Fay for around half an hour, we’d put her down in the cot, and she’d sleep through until between five and six am.
However, between week nine and ten, she regressed a little. She’d still fall asleep at the breast, but, when Fay put her down, she’d often wake up again and wouldn’t settle, or be settled without being picked up.
This was fine. While it was a pain for my writing, I would come through, let her sleep on my chest for an hour or so, then put her down, and she’d sleep through the night.
No longer perfect, but fine.
Then came last week. I don’t know what it was but she decided her sleeping arrangement would have to be incredibly particular. She would still fall asleep on the boob, but whenever we put her in her cot, she would wake up immediately, and cry. Worse, she would no longer sleep on my chest. Worse, she wouldn’t settle at all unless Fay or I were sitting up, dead straight, swaying slightly from side to side.
Not fine, but shit.
There were a couple of nights last week when I truly believed she was just not going to sleep, all night, and Fay and I would die of sleep deprivation, and she would have to fend for herself.
That would teach her.
I knew Fay and I were quite worried about it. What if this was the new norm? What if Sophie never slept through the night again.
Obviously, once she was a teenager we’d be able to get our revenge by coming into her room at four every morning with foghorns, but what about until then?
We decided to try and implement some kind of routine, which we’ve been trying the last couple of nights. This involves bathing her at around seven, putting her into her swaddle sleeping bag, and letting her feed until she sleeps. We’ve then put a hot water bottle in her cot for ten minutes before she goes in, just so she is tricked into thinking she’s still on a warm body and doesn’t wake up until it’s too late, she’s deeply asleep.
Luckily, babies are stupid.
Obviously it’s way too soon to tell, and we’ve been out for the day the last couple of days too, so that could be having an effect, but last night she slept from nine in the evening to six in the morning. An incredible nine hours.
Tonight, well she’s asleep at the moment (22:37) and has been for an hour, so that’s a good sign.
Of course, the crap days were bad for writing. I didn’t write anything of Bright Future on the really bad days, Thursday, Friday or Saturday. And by the time Sunday, yesterday, rolled around, although she was asleep soon after nine, I was bloody knackered, so I had to go straight to sleep.
I did manage to get 4,000 words of editing done on Bright on Saturday which was pretty good, but other than that, I wasn’t getting much done at all, and it was starting to bum me out.
Luckily, today I was able to write 2,000 words of Bright Future, bringing my total to 10,000. Given what a great start I had to the project, this actually puts me a thousand words ahead of schedule, so that’s fab. I feel a bit more positive.
I also managed to do another 1,000 words of Bright editing. This puts me 76,000 words through of about 90,000, so I’m getting quite close on that. Given it’s not even eleven yet, I could aim to do another thousand, but I’m knackered again. I think it’s better I get some sleep now and try to do more tomorrow, given I’ve had a good day, rather than risk burning myself out, or getting really tired and rushing it, so it leads to more editing tomorrow anyway.
On the reading front, just to end a slightly longer than usual blog, I’ve finished Fool Me Once by Harlen Coben, which was top quality, as his books often are, as well as Beastchild by Dean Koontz. I’m not sure I’ve talked about this, but I love Dean Koontz, and I’m planning to read all of his books I can get hold of, starting right at the beginning.
Unfortunately, his first few books weren’t the suspense stories he became famous for, but sci-fi. Not only do I not particularly like sci-fi, but they’re also crap. He hadn’t found what makes him such a phenomenal writer yet, by the looks. Something which, if nothing else, is a great confidence boost for me. Showing great writers are most certainly not born great.
Anyway, the early books are short, which is something at least.
And that’s enough from me. I’m going to return to the top and spell check this thing, then post, and get some sleep.
Or maybe I’ll read some more of the latest book I’m on first. The Couple Next Door. Oh, and finish the episode of Stranger Things I’m on.
But then, sleep. I promise.