No real point to this post except to get this off my chest.
I am one sleep deprived mama of a 7 month old going through separation anxiety. She hasnt been nursing much (or drinking much) from a bottle recently and weve been trying to transition her to 2 naps since her sleep schedule is getting all wacky on 3 naps.
Im on day 3 of sleeping 1-3 hours total per night. Last night I slept from 12am-2am and that was it. My girl woke at 6 and didnt nurse much so that got me frustrated. Tried to pump but couldnt get a letdown.... and then I just lost it. I dont handle lack of sleep well. Youd think I would considering Im also an insomniac. But insomnia + a new baby is a whole new level of sleep deprivation.
Im ashamed to admit that I slammed the bottle of what little I pumped down on the countertop, screamed, went upstairs, slammed the bathroom door shut, and screamed some more. I lost it. Ive never lost it. Never. And I am so ashamed I lost it, especially in front of my daughter (who was safe with daddy, btw).
Hubby was an angel. He took care of us both and has been taking care of me since my blowup this morning. After I calmed down he brought my daughter to me who gave me the best hugs and kisses, which I loved and simultaneously made me feel even more ashamed that I so completely lost it.
Am I alone in losing it? Has anyone else just temporarily gone insane from sleep deprivation?
I am one sleep deprived mama of a 7 month old going through separation anxiety. She hasnt been nursing much (or drinking much) from a bottle recently and weve been trying to transition her to 2 naps since her sleep schedule is getting all wacky on 3 naps.
Im on day 3 of sleeping 1-3 hours total per night. Last night I slept from 12am-2am and that was it. My girl woke at 6 and didnt nurse much so that got me frustrated. Tried to pump but couldnt get a letdown.... and then I just lost it. I dont handle lack of sleep well. Youd think I would considering Im also an insomniac. But insomnia + a new baby is a whole new level of sleep deprivation.
Im ashamed to admit that I slammed the bottle of what little I pumped down on the countertop, screamed, went upstairs, slammed the bathroom door shut, and screamed some more. I lost it. Ive never lost it. Never. And I am so ashamed I lost it, especially in front of my daughter (who was safe with daddy, btw).
Hubby was an angel. He took care of us both and has been taking care of me since my blowup this morning. After I calmed down he brought my daughter to me who gave me the best hugs and kisses, which I loved and simultaneously made me feel even more ashamed that I so completely lost it.
Am I alone in losing it? Has anyone else just temporarily gone insane from sleep deprivation?