After born a baby, a mother suffered many kind of problem. They sacrifice many things from their life. Today I say about a real story about a mother. I think, you can find the woman sacrifices level from the story.
Bringing Up Baby: I'm Not Tired – I'm in Another Layer of Existence
I feel about Jacinda Ardern the way other people feel about cocaine. Ever since I watched her DJ at Laneways in Auckland, back in 2014, I knew she was the one for me. When she announced her pregnancy through fishing hooks, wore a note with her baby bump at Buckingham Palace, when she became the first pregnant woman to ever become Prime Minister my heart soared. And six weeks after giving birth, she has announced she will be returning to her job of running the country. Which is why I’m worried. Worried and sort of twitchy. You see, I’m worried Jacinda will now be tired.
After the notorious four-month sleep regression (hello friend) when so many babies decide to feed all night and party all day, my world began to slide in and out of a sort of technicolor hysteria; from the electric crack of pure wakefulness into a muted fluffy beige like the inside of a hoover bag. As I faced down that 20th consecutive hour of caffeine-free, drugs-free, alcohol-free wakefulness, a tiny hairless mad man at my waist, I thought of sleep like a half-remembered tune. To shoulder any responsibility, let alone the responsibility of keeping your most loved human alive, when your very muscles are in spasm from lack of sleep is a big ask. To do so while also fixing matters of state is frankly heroic.
Last night I was woken at 10pm, midnight, 1.30am, 2.30am, 3.45am and 4.30am until finally giving in and getting up at 5 o’clock to put my child in front of some wooden blocks. This is nothing - I have had friends who were woken every 20 minutes, all night, by their babies. These women are living in a strobe light existence; flashes of unconsciousness snatched from the jaws of a whirling, wakeful, infant world. The crumbs of five hours sleep, sprinkled over the nine hours spent behind black out blinds, nursing, patting and, eventually, lying back and listening to the screams. The idea of then getting up and running a country, makes me feel someone who’s dived to the bottom of a quarry.
And yet, I know Jacinda will cope, just as so many women have coped, are coping and will cope again. Because maternal sleep deprivation isn’t just being tired - to call it tiredness is to miss the whole texture, the grain, the contrast and the tang of the thing. Our state goes beyond tired into a luminous, surreal existence, where you can be simultaneously sharp, foresighted, lightning fast in your reactions, while also putting your shoes in the fridge, forgetting to swallow and miss-counting your own fingers. I am not tired today. I am just in another, transitory, layer of existence.
It is amazing to realize just how many women, particularly breastfeeding mothers, are making the world turn - raising children, operating machinery, commuting, communicating, doing paid work, running, growing and cooking food, doing international trade deals, banking, baking, breaking up criminal plots, undertaking the daily logistics and diplomacy involved in everyday life - while getting no more than five hours broken sleep every 24 hours. This is what women do. This is the miracle of motherhood. This is why the human race has survived and conquered. This is how life courses through our veins.
Source: https://www.vogue.co.uk/article/bringing-up-baby-sleeplessness