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The First Rule is: Don't talk about...

Noah is now 10 1/2 months old and still not sleeping well, which of course means neither are we. Oh we were so very proud if ourselves 7 months ago, when all the other NCT babies were waking all the time and Noah was already sleeping most of the night. We were the best parents ever, we were awesome, we didn't know why all the other parents were complaining, we should have been teaching other parents using our brilliant techniques, we were a little premature in our celebrations and self aggrandising. I know this is sounding a lot like a previous post and you may well be thinking I'm repeating myself, but in a way this is a very apt illustration of our lives as parents now.

With Noah still waking every hour, the signs of sleep deprivation are becoming more and more apparent. I am honestly expecting to sit down on the train one morning, look down and discover I have forgotten to put on my trousers. It wouldn't even be a surprise. Or maybe the reason why my work colleagues avoid me now isn't because my temper is short, or even because I ramble on for ages and then forget why and what I was talking about in the first place, but because I have started a Fight Club and we all know what the first rule of that is... You don't talk about fight club. Or of course my black eye could be just because Noah spends almost every night in our bed and once again he kicked me in the face at 3am.

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