#TheOrdinaryMoments – Sleep Thief

Our little lady has never been the best sleeper. As a result, my husband and I have grown accustomed to a serious lack of sleep over the past five and a half years. E wakes at almost anything, thus we are often seen creeping stealthily around the house like ninjas through the night.

J on the other hand could sleep through an earthquake, I clearly remember Paul building his bedroom furniture rather late at night and then transferring him to his new bed whilst he continued to snore. Due to the dust on the carpet following building the bed, I decided not to bother waiting till he woke, instead I vacuumed his carpet right there and then, he didn’t even flicker an eyelid!

I wouldn’t mind but E has the most comfortable mattress I’ve ever laid upon, she has a beautiful feather duvet, brand new pillows and all kinds of comforters to cuddle up to yet she continues to come through to Paul and I in the middle of the night and refuses to return to her room until morning.

I have become used to having her sleep beside me, I say beside me – I technically mean cuddled up against me, whilst simultaneously pushing me out of my own bed. How can someone so small take up so much room?! E may look sweet but believe me, she’s like an angry octopus during the night! Her arms and legs flail all over the joint, often kicking and hitting my husband and I as she tosses and turns, moving and rotating around our bed.

I love our daughter dearly but I’m also quite keen on the idea of sleep. I know it won’t be long before I needn’t worry about our ‘night time visitor’, give it a few years and our little lady will be all grown up and wouldn’t dream of getting into her Mummy and Daddy’s bed. I know that I should treasure this time, I’m sure that I’ll look back fondly upon the bags under my eyes, I just cannot help but to hope that our little lady learns to sleep in her own space, in her own room, IN HER OWN BED sooner rather than later.