Bed time blues 

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If anyone ever told me the day my son was born that 3.5 years later he’d still be waking up during the night, I would have scoffed in their face.

Yet here I am!  Although he’s always been a night waker, he was actually really fantastic at going to bed. We’d just close the door on him with a bottle, and he’d be out like a light. I could set my clock by it.

Then James’ last deployment began. One bottle turned into two, three, sometimes four.

Then I started lying with him every night, whilst he had a bottle.

Then two bottles, then three- sometimes four.

Then one night his finger found its way up my nose, and it was like an off switch. He fell straight.asleep.

So that became a thing.

Every night. One bottle, two bottle, cuddles, “mummy, I pick-a your nose!”

It all got to be a bit much. And not just for me, but for Oliver too. There was a lot of panic involved in this new bedtime routine.

No milk- panic. I had a cold- panic. He’d wake up in the middle of the night without me there- nervous breakdown.

It was less than ideal.

The funny thing is, I knew better before I had Ollie. Ha, don’t we all! I was never going to let my son fall asleep with an aid. EVER.

Yet here I was, 2.5 years later in absolute bedtime hell. And it all happened so organically.

It all happened for that one night of good sleep that came so few a far between.

But do you know what got me through those nights of lying in bed with his little finger up my nose and his bladder full of milk? The thought that one day, in the distant future, he’ll absolutely cringe at the idea of cuddling me. I knew those nights wouldn’t last forever.

And you know what? They didn’t.

This year, Easter bunny took Oliver’s bottle back to his egg factory. And the doctor told Oliver that my nose gets too sore, so he couldn’t pick it any more. And we moved his room around so he can lie in his bed and see us on the couch so I no longer have to lie in bed with him to get him to sleep (most nights anyway.)

And just like that, the bed time blues are starting to pass.

Alas, my 3.5 year old is still a night waker. But now, when I hear his little foot steps creeping into our room at 3AM I whisper, ‘Mummy’s here’, and open my arms as he wiggles into bed with me. I love every moment of sharing my bed with him because, like everything, I just know it’s not going to last forever.

How does night time go at your house?

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