It’s 2.56am Rudi is laying in bed beside me, he is full of beans, I pretend to ignore him, shut my eyes and first there is a finger up my nose followed by a giggle, then the dummy in my mouth followed by a squeal, he stands up holding onto the headboard and wiggles his hips, looking down on me smiling. I am exhausted, this is the 5th night in a row he’s been up for 3 hours in the middle of the night, I put him back into his cot and he cries and cries, put him back into bed with me with ‘this is your last chance’ speech, he lays still for a minute, then changes position, kicks me in the ribs, changes position, stands up, I put him back in his cot, he cries, put him back into bed with me with ‘this is REALLY your last chance’, 4am comes and I have a baby tapping me on the head so I realise I have to do something.
This is when I decided to ‘sleep train’ I had no idea really what to do, I didn’t read any books on it or ask for any advice, I just decided enough was enough and he’s got to sleep, its been a year for goodness sake! And after 8 long days and nights, I now have achy hips but I have a sleeping baby!
My son knows what he wants and sleeping in his own room wasn’t what he wanted, and I’ve never met anyone with such determination or feistiness as him. But I did it, I actually learnt to sing ‘Twinkle Twinkle’ in my sleep too, I just lay beside his cot every night and slowly moved into my room, usually getting into bed by 4am. After day 8, I think Rudi felt sorry for me and gave up.
Everything was great for 2 weeks, I was so smug, I was staying up past 9.30pm, kept reminding Ross how hard I worked to get him to this point and telling anyone who would listen that ‘my baby sleeps through the night now’.. and then Rudi got a virus.
I don’t know what I’d have preferred, I hadn’t slept pretty much for a year and I was used to it, then I had two weeks of pure bliss and then it went back to ‘up all night’, had I not trained him, I’d never known what it was like to sleep again.
Poor little thing was so ill, he had a viral rash and a terrible cold and he was back in our bed. I was so worried, NHS direct is on my speed dial, I have to apologise when I ring them and say that I don’t have munchous syndrome and I really am worried! Luckily after 10 days, ten of the longest days he made a full recovery and I am pleased to say that he got back into his routine after 3 days of training, and tonight I am sitting here all smug again. I don’t know why, it only took 13 months!