Sometimes her words replay on repeat. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter It doesn’t matter. And although this sounds grim, I’m really trying to agree with her. In that, very little actually does matter. Because my brain is a brain that automatically thinks everything matters. Immensely. Everything is worthy of regard. Of noise. Or clamour. And then sometimes, the things that aren’t even worthy of brain space somehow end up lying to me. They tell me that they matter more. And without fulfilling their obligations, then this removes any slim pickings of calm from within my head, So suddenly, everything is loud and everything is shouting about how much is matters. And there is no room beyond this roar. And this is precisely what I’m trying to fix. Medication is a powerful thing. And to those who are all very keen to show off their ignorance, disguised as superiority: All I can say is that your statements reek of having a brain that is quiet. Or perhaps of a brain that is loud too, b...
Lo and behold I consider myself somewhat of an expert when it comes to mildly irritating sounds that one desperately finds in the middle of the night to try calm your screaming baby. And then here I am, over two years later, still using these same sounds because will our toddler sleep without it? Nobody knows and obviously that is not a risk we are willing to take. To be fair though, mostly we still use white noise at night because we live in a 50sqm house and so you’re screwed if you want a snack past the late hour of 6:30pm. It would be easier to just starve all night rather than wake up the baby and the toddler. Anyway, we’ve been through an array of different types of “sleep noises” in our time. Some are great and some are terrible, as all things are. It’s important to note that apparently, most of what is labeled as “white noise” actually isn’t, and so I’ve discovered that I’ve been living a lie for these past two years. Hence this ranking is actually about an array of synthe...