The Highest Highs, The Lowest Lows and Less Sleep Than Humanly Possible


My journey with Hawksley’s sleep started early. This is because I was determined to try to work from home starting just a few months after he was born. I thought I had it down. I thought I would have a sleeping baby just like all of those wonderful sleep books promise. I thought that the sleep deprivation would fade away and I would be snoozing for 6, 8, 10 hour stretches by 6 months. Fast forward to today. One week after Hawksley’s first birthday I was celebrating with my sleep consultant after he woke just once in the night. For the first time ever.

At 3 months Hawksley would happily sleep from his 7:30pm bedtime all the way through until 3am. I would complain that his next wake up, around 4:45 was torture. I had no fucking clue. Through the first year, transitions, milestones, learning and adapting, a babies sleep changes and in turn, mamas and papas apparently have to change their idea of what “good sleep” truly is. By 7 months we felt well rested if Hawskley had woken just 2-3 times in the night. By 10 months and a brutal illness, I felt lucky if Hawksley wasn’t awake for a 2-3 hour stretch in the middle of the night PLUS 2-3 extra wake ups.

So what do you when your highest highs are watching your baby laugh and learn, wiggle and explore through tired, bloodshot eyes, a brutal headache, nausea, and a total incapacity to accomplish anything. When your lowest lows are sobbing into a pillow next to your baby because you are shaking from anxiety and exhaustion and praying that he will let you sleep for at least a one hour stretch. In my case, you keep searching for answers, keep seeking insight and keep figuring out how the fuck you can make this baby sleep without making him cry it out.

And so it begins, the slow (and in our case I mean really slow) progression of baby led sleep, trademarked by the lovely Lauren Heffernan, sleep consultant. She also has an awesome name. Our little family is unique in a lot of ways. Having a baby who sucks at sleeping is not one of the ways we are unique. We travel a LOT. We live in Panama and spend only a few months a year in Canada. I host wellness retreats at beautiful beach front locations across this tropical paradise. All of which require our little person to adapt to a new space, smell, environment very often. So while our situation with a not sleeping baby is not unique, our life style is. I point this out as a source of motivation for any mamas reading this. Because if we can do this. YOU can do this.

Lauren was thorough and encouraging from the get go (see my article about listening to your instincts), and has been patient through our travels, delays and regressions. She also happens to be something of a child development guru and seriously knows her shit. She was previously a teacher, holds a certification with the International Maternity and Parenting Institute's Maternity and Child Sleep Consulting Program, has completed Bebo Mia's Infant Sleep Educator Program and Mohawk College's Breastfeeding Program. She has two littles of her own and is also currently studying child development. Even better, she has taught me so much. So much that I can actually understand why the hell Hawksley might have had a brutal split night or the reason that he decided that 4:30am was a great time to wake up. She has taught me to begin to comprehend the patterns and experiences of my baby. That alone is priceless. But the biggest thing has been learning that it doesn’t need to be a quick fix. Like all things sustainable, a quick fix isn’t a long term solution. By celebrating the tiny wins and little by little, being able to see the world through less blood shot, more vivid eyes, I am motivated to move forward.

I am no longer crying next to Hawksley in bed or swearing into the mattress. I’m also not expecting things to be simple and perfect from here on out. I am not reading books on “the go to” methods for solving sleep problems. I am embracing our unique family, Hawksleys unique sleep (or lack thereof) and am learning about him, about me and about getting those zzzz’s.

Our highest highs are a lot higher. Our lowest lows are so brutal and our daily lives are feeling more and more like living and less and less like a struggle to survive. As parents we expect a great deal from the tiny people who are just starting to understand the world around them. It is our jobs to take some time and learn about how to make their world the best one possible. For their sleep, their happiness and your entire family’s sanity.

When Did Raising a Human Become so Dehumanizing?

From the prenatal visits to the birth itself. From sleep training and technology, must-have gadgets and the beeps, lights and ding of stupid plastic toys, it seems our society is controlling and clinical-ing what was once as simple as human nature.


I am a new mom. I have a ten month old who teaches me something new each and every day. Sometimes it is a small lesson like “wow, who knew poop could be that colour,” and others it is more profound like the capacity to somehow, instinctually know that he is awake before he has even started to make noise. One of the biggest lessons I have learned recently, however, is that all the noise around babies, birth, sleep, food, what should or should not happen, what is or isn’t appropriate, all of it, every last bit, is bullshit. And saying it out loud, makes the pressure dissipate. B-U-L-L-S-H-I-T. ahhhhhh. I feel so much better already.

I was blessed with an amazing OBGYN who made our birth experience less clinical and more natural than others I have spoken with. It was, all in all, a beautiful experience as long as you don’t count the barfing, sciatica, heartburn, hormones, inability to sleep, back pain, etc. I was still poked and prodded as we must be to ensure the health of the baby, but I felt good, supported and even like a natural, blooming granola preggo as I pranced around our home in the nude. All. The. Time.

The birth I planned was controlled and manipulated by hospital policies and some sassy-ass nurses. Mind you, I had our baby in Panama so things are a tad different than my home country (Canada) and their hospital birth experiences. Thankfully my doctors did everything they possibly could to meet my wishes and my doula kicked ass at ensuring that I had an as natural experience as possible (Thanks Niki). I had to fight to get out of the bed in the labor room and battle to make sure that our baby was never away from our side. We had to pay extra to make sure that he was in the room overnight and sign forms to refuse any formula, sugar water or other item being fed to him. We needed special permission to leave the hospital early. When he was first born, the doctors had to essentially distract to make sure that we had adequate skin to skin time before the head nurse booted us from the delivery room. I hear more and more stories like this from across the world and it sickens me.

But it goes beyond the delivery room where in places like Panama, cesarian births make up nearly 50 per cent of all deliveries. And in Canada, where the numbers continue to rise well above the World Health Organization’s standards.

Before you have the baby everyone has advice, their favorite products or must-haves. When the baby is born, that advice and avalanche of information becomes overwhelming. I won’t lie, we have our own short list of items that I honestly believe helped us keep our shit together. Things that, while we could have lived without, were vital to my sanity. There were even things that I outright refused pre-baby and then realized were so totally key to making our chaotic, avid-travelling life possible. Two spectacular friends even gave me a beeping, light up plastic cell phone that they assured me was a necessity… they were 100 per cent right.

I know that there are things that make our lives easier and by choosing a few key items to help you feel calm and somewhat in control, thereby improving baby’s caregiving, I say go for it. But once we immerse ourselves in the must-haves PLUS all the senseless advice and expectations, our instincts begin to shut down. It seems as if we have de-humanized the baby experience so severely that we refuse to acknowledge that rational thinking is NOT the same as instinct and there is a time and place for both.

Babies are little humans. They have needs, wants even, but are not calculating little creatures who are plotting to make you a sleepless haggard zombie. They don’t require a ton of crap and despite what a lot of baby books may have you believe, there is no secret recipe/scheduling/planning/cry-it-out magic that makes them act better than your typical grown up. I am no baby-oligist but I am like every other new mom who has delved into the world of google when seeking advice and guidance for everything from sleep to poop. And, like every other desperate googling mom, I am slapped in the face by the amount of totally contradictory information out there. I am also, like every other googling mom, suddenly finding myself researching instead of going with the flow and spending that precious online moment with my baby instead. But that is a whole other story.

Somehow, we have come to expect a great deal from babies. More so than even adults. If you woke in the middle of the night frightened and thirsty, you have the capacity to get up and sort yourself out. But what if you didn’t? Would you expect everyone around you to ignore you, turn up the automated, light up sound machine and shut the door until you shut up? Babies are expected to be quiet, mild mannered, happy little creatures who eat, poop and sleep on demand and yet grown adults who have been on this planet for 30, 40, 50+ years still haven’t figured it out for themselves. The research around the concept of “self-soothing” and crying it out is available. It is scientific and it is incredibly heart breaking, but I am not even going to go there.

The fact is, over the past few hundred years we have come to expect so much from babies. As our society has become increasingly “civilized” it seems we have become less and less humane and have started to genuinely believe that, in our control obsessed minds, controlling the sleep, needs and desires of our baby will somehow make things better, easier, more simple. It doesn’t.

We started like any new parents, reading too much and relying on advice wherever we could get it, while intermittently reminding ourselves to go with our guts. We had an amazing sleep consultant whose words of wisdom were helpful and made us feel supported and on the right track. However, a baby’s natural tendency to change, grow, evolve and drive you to tears with their sleep issues can set any sleep training up for failure. We tried it all. Sleep scheduling, sleep methods, sleep training. Rules and schedules, expectations and failures. I don’t even want to tell you how my version of cry-it-out went. A “supported gentle approach” that left both of us sobbing, feeling 110 per cent wrong and not even working.  

We have moved closer and closer to our simple, instinctual humane approach but have been so jaded by rules and expectations that it has not been an easy path. It wasn’t until I spoke with a whole new sort of sleep consultant, Lauren Heffernan, that I actually began to feel normal. She made me feel at ease about the ways in which Hawksley was leading the show. In fact, Lauren is the closest thing you might get to a baby-oligist. She knows babies, education, sleep, lactation and development and genuinely believes that babies have the capacity to lead their own sleep, that they are meant to be breastfed, nurtured and cared for the way that our instincts tell us. So, finally the bullshit that I have been consumed by is being thrown out the window and lovingly replaced by keen guidance and knowledge to ensure that Hawksley is sleeping the best he CAN. That I am staying true to myself and that we are all a little happier, healthier and well rested.

It doesn’t mean things are about to be smooth sailing. Every mama knows that the moment you get things into a particular rhythm, baby likes to throw something new at you. But it does mean that I am feeling supported by someone with a humane approach to babies. With the knowledge and understanding of scientific evidence that helps us to use instinct and soothing over control and tears. So while, for a lot of us, this mama journey began with a lot of clinical measures it is time to let ourselves be human. Allow your baby to be a baby. Dissolve the desire for perfection or control (it is fruitless).

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