Motherhood is at odds with sleeping through the night. There is no Estivill method for mothers who have been left scrambled after so many nights of breastfeeding. We are exhausted from filling Dalsy syringes with half-closed eyes in the middle of the night and from sleeping like contortionists to try and fit in the child who has climbed into our bed looking for a safe place. I have spent almost twenty years sleeping little and poorly because with four children I have been through every stage: checking if they are breathing, viruses, nocturnal vomiting, slumber parties, shouts at dawn playing on the Play, and now the moment has arrived to go out partying.