I never realized how much I took sleep for granted until I had kids.
And as further punishment for sleep-abuse, I had four kids consecutively.
Thank you, Universe, for that.
Sometimes, I fail to remember what sleep feels like as I stumble around in a half-vegetative, zombie-face state.
Each daughter has presented her own problem when it comes to sleep. Afton, who was once a pro-sleeper, is now prone to night terrors and has an extreme sensitivity to unusual noises. Delaney is the best sleeper now, but she used to be an all-night feeder. Vivienne refuses to settle down to sleep and Charlotte is a mixed bag: sleeps great one night and wakes up repeatedly the next night.
You would think after nearly five years of sleeplessness that I’d be used to the lack, but I’m not. I’m an eight hours kind of girl.
These are all questions that never even came within ten feet of me before I had kids. I could stay up until 3am and get back up at 7am without a single hitch in my get-a-long. Coffee be damned, I had more natural energy than I could shake a fist at, but now I’m lucky to make it through four hours without needing coffee hooked straight up to my vein.
Enter the Dohmie.
The sound itself is simple enough-the gentle rushing of air, or shush sound-and runs on a seamless digital loop, so you don’t get caught up listening for a specific tick in the sound like that which can be found in lesser quality white noise devices or apps.
Can you imagine how much more I am able to accomplish now?