The very first night I had with my baby was in hospital and I remember not sleeping very long. He wouldn't go to sleep because of how warm the ward was. The last straw was when someone shouted to me and my son to shut up because he kept crying, I was that annoyed I can remember going down to the nurses station and they took the baby for a bit as they said I looked like I was going to keel over with tiredness. Little man came back more settled and we both got a few hours sleep.
The night after we were at home and even though neither of us got much sleep it felt more comfortable being in familiar surroundings and in my own bedroom. Was also better having my hubby there too as it felt like extra support. I can remember the morning after feeling tired, but loved looking at my little boy watching over him in his Moses basket feeling a sense of pride.
Sometimes in the first couple of months we could both still be awake until the early hours, which was difficult, but we managed it between us. I have lost count of the amount of magazines I read in bed whilst waiting for my lil guy to drop off to sleep.
I've had to do most of the nights myself as my hubby is away during the week, but my dog was amazing support at night coming and checking on me, during the first few weeks. I could always rely on him to come and keep me company when I was up during the night. I was definitely grateful for everything bit of help that he gave me.
The thing I struggled with was breast feeding at night, as it was painful and I struggled to stay awake, again I was determined to stick with it and not give up. It helped that my little boy is laid back and went with the night time feeds, which made it easier. I once got upset because I was tired and he was stroppy, probably because he was very tired too.
The night shift does get easier though as you get into more of a routine, so stick with it.
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