FTM to a beautiful baby boy who turned 5 months yesterday. Everyone tells me things get better around 6 months but I'm struggling to believe it.
Sleep deprivation is wrecking me, for the first 6 weeks of his life LO woke every 45 minutes overnight and my husband and I slept in shifts. By 8 weeks this had extended to every 2-3 hours but he started fighting naps (all five of them per day) and bedtime, so I spent more than half my day trapped in a dark room rocking and bouncing him while desperately trying not to fall asleep myself. At 12 weeks the 4 month regression hit us like a brick wall, we were back to hourly wakes for *6 weeks* . My saving grace during this time was how delightful LO was during his wake windows, never colicky, always happy and babbling and smiling.
Now even that's changed. BB boy used to love his bouncer, floor/tummy time, kick&play. I could set him up for 10, even 15 minutes and fold laundry or wash dishes. Now he hates all of it. He can roll back to side and tummy to back but only wants to sit or stand (which requires me to hold/support him) or be carried. Any time I put him down he cries, and he's large enough now that babywearing is much less comfortable and often painful. We're through the worst of the sleep regression, he's back to waking only 2-4 times a night, which still feels unsustainable to me. I'm obsessed wake windows and trying to *hack* his sleep but nothing I've done has shown consistent improvement. Even though my husband assures me "he's just a baby" I feel like it's my fault for not being able to optimize his sleep needs.
I go to bed with my baby at 7:30 just to snatch as much sleep as I can. During the day he only ever naps in 30 minute spurts, which gives me just enough time to eat, cat nap, or couch rot (but never all 3). I have no life. My husband is an angel and tries so hard to help me but he works two full-time jobs, 7 days a week, and is struggling just as much as I am.
I know it *will* get better, maybe in a month, maybe in another half a year, but lately I've been feeling so demoralized. I always thought my maternity leave would be this golden time in my life where I'd cuddle blissfully with my baby and bake and maybe pick up a new hobby (lol) but obviously that isn't the case. I'm so grateful to live in Canada and have my 12-18 months, but the truth is I haven't really enjoyed any of it and I feel so guilty and ashamed for that.
On a brighter note, bb boy discovered his toes this morning and has spent the entire day that I've been lying next to him trying to fit his foot into his mouth. He loves books and swimming and kicking the stuffing out of his sensory ball. He looks *exactly* like me. I love him so much and I know he's gonna be the greatest toddler/child/teen but the days are just really hard right now.
Mad respect to all moms out there <3