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Pushing the boundaries

It 3.15am and I am up for the 3rd time tonight having put Little Legs back to bed AGAIN.

He's never been a good sleeper, but if I'm ever going to have a proper social life again, he needs to start staying in his own bed through the night and actually getting some sleep.

He clearly thinks sleep is overrated, either that or just loves cuddles too much! 🤷

He slept out at his dad's on Monday night which was really successful,b co-slept. Hopefully next time he sleeps there they can follow the routine of just returning him to bed each time he wakes until he realises he's not going to be able to just jump in.

I can hardly imagine him actually sleeping through. It's been nearly six years and now even when he's not here my sleep is awful.

If we can crack this it will benefit him for his energy levels and his anxiety being apart from his parents. It'll benefit his dad for when he sleeps there, benefit me because I'll be able to have a proper social life, and I might actually start sleeping again. It'll also benefit all the grandparents as they'll be able to have more quality time with him too.

Come on Little Legs. You can do this.


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