I was a mum who used to proudly say “he sleeps through” when asked how my baby was at night. From four months of age, our ‘little angel’ slept 7pm until 7am with one very occasional feed at night.
Alright alright, I hear you saying “you lucky b*tch”, and you’re probably partially right. Yes, luck had something to do with it, but I think it was also due to some hard work by my husband and I.
I was one of those annoying stickler-for-a-routine parents. I have a tendency to get a bit obsessive and strive for perfection when it comes to anything, really, so tackled the mission of trying to get my baby to sleep with enthusiasm.
We followed a routine book from when our son was just six weeks old and boy, did it work. After a while of using it he self settled and we got sleep – the joy! Yes, there were nights where he was teething or sick and it all went out the window, but the majority of the time it worked like a dream.
That was then. This is now.
Fast forward to 15 months of age and I officially hate bedtime. Gone are the days when he and I would read stories quietly, him sitting in my lap, and I’d whisper to him about all the things I dreamt for him. Gone is the quiet feeding, him getting drowsy in my arms, and me putting him into bed still awake for him to simply close his eyes and drift off.
These days, bedtime is a b*tch.
Nothing has changed with his pre-bed routine. We still bath him, dress him, read to him, give him milk in a quiet and dark room, sing softly to him – just like we did before. But our efforts are met with screaming. As soon as his sleeping bag goes on and he registers it’s sleep time, it’s full blown, toddler tantrum time.
As far as I can tell, this can be something that comes with the territory. He’s older and more aware of what’s going on. But it doesn’t stop it from being worrying and a right pain the as*!