
Good Lord and I nearly forgot to mention...Dylan now sleeps through the night, ta da!
Every night for 14 months the wee lad has yelled out at the top of his voice twice, sometimes thrice nightly and poor old mumma would drag her tired bones to tend to his whim. Not now. Oh no. And you know the trick? Daddy time.
Yep, all last week we switched from Cat putting him to bed to me doing it, and you know what? He must have thought, oh darn, no mummy time, might as well go to sleep properly...and he did, crossed fingers. maybe it was a coincidence of timing (Aimee also slept through at the same age) but I can;t help feeling a large sense of achievement on my part.
Mind you, our travails are nothing compared to many parents I speak to. One Mum reminisced at how her 8 year old (EIGHT) year old son finally went to sleep all night without waking and crying out for his mummy. That's not the worst, Cat's work mate's daughter would not sleep on her own until she left...FOR UNIVERSITY! Man, that takes some beating!
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