In June this year I had the displeasure of experiencing the most hideous of ordeals known to women, that of giving birth.

Lets not faff about and pretend its all whispered words of encouragement and controlled yogic breathing. It was  f**king awful and I’d rather stick a needle in my eye than do it all over again.  However, as with many traumatic experiences, something truly fabulous resulted, the birth of my son Luca (slightly biased here) the most gorgeous little boy this side of everywhere.

Immediately following his birth was the complete evaporation of all semblance of my pre-Luca life, including and most notably, the loss of sleep.

This blog will chronicle my attempt to reclaim sleep, to once again become master of my days and nights and to put an end  to that incessant crying, both his and mine. To do this I plan to trial all of the major sleep theories in popular use today.  Each week I will explore a particular theory and put it into practice the following week. By the end of this study I hope to have found the method that works for Luca, and hopefully, not totally screwed him up in the process.

If I do I suppose I can always have another one…or maybe I’ll just stick a needle in my eye.