It’s 6:24am on a Friday morning (our weekend is Friday/Saturday), my 7 year old son is sleeping in his own bed in his room on his own, my 5 month old baby girl is asleep in her cot and hubby is snoring in my ear. I feel so accomplished I can’t even sleep 🙂
For those of you who may not understand why I’m as giddy as a school girl right now, let me tell you that I spent my entire pregnancy trying not to fall off the bed while sleeping on my left side with a pillow sandwiched between my belly and my 7 year old’s knees. Halfway through my pregnancy I had even stopped trying to get him to sleep in his own room because he was going to sneak in anyway in the middle of the night. I was certainly not going to be dragging him back to his bed in between running to the toilet every few hours.
My husband who during the pregnancy was somewhere on the other side of the bed (I could tell from the distant snoring) started sleeping in my son’s room after the baby was born. At this time I had the whole big bed to myself which felt kind of lonely. Any attempt my husband would make to sleep in our bed would quickly be followed by an invasion of the knobbly knees.
Now that the baby had established a fairly good sleeping routine I could finally concentrate on getting my son and his stubborn knees back to where they belong.
I caught him sneaking into my room at 5 am while I was putting the baby back to sleep after her morning feed. I told him I would rock the baby in his room while he lay down. He was asleep in minutes.
Did I mention in his own room and on his own?