I feel very tired! In fact if tiredness was an Olympic sport I would win gold every time! You’re obviously thinking it’s because I have recently had another baby yes? Well no, that is where you’d be totally wrong. Imogen sleeps fantastically well; at around 11 weeks old she was sleeping through and letting me get my much needed beauty sleep. The tiredness is all down to Fin…because Fin has just moved from his cot to his lovely new ‘big boy’ bed.
Now let me tell you a little bit about Fin’s new ‘big boy’ bed; we started talking about his new bed weeks before THE bed move, in fact the first mention of it was when his cousins gave him a Fireman Sam duvet set for a Christmas present. The set was kept in the packet until we needed it but any mention of a ‘big boy’ bed he would run like a whippet to retrieve it, proudly showing it off. So when the time came we ordered the very lovely Marlow bed from Next (on another note I couldn’t recommend it enough, top quality and a great price too). Fin was beyond excited and ‘helped’ Daddy put it together and attach the all important bed guard and ‘helped’ me dress the bed with, of course, Fireman Sam!
So that night my husband and I put him to bed and waited…and waited…and waited a bit more…and nothing. Not a problem, no crying, no walking about, no dramas. We felt so smug, ‘oh our clever little man, so grown-up’…little did we know! Two weeks in and Fin decided that he was bored of his big boy bed and that he’d much rather get up and kick the door down whilst screaming at the top of his voice ‘MUMMY, DADDY’. Now you can just about cope with this situation when you are awake, but at 3am I fail to see the funny side, or even the understanding side! I patiently (through gritted teeth) put him back into his bed where he stayed for, oooh, let’s say 2 minutes, before repeating the process! Arrrgh!
So at 3am you are left with a decision, I either persevere, and in the process get no sleep, putting him back into his bed or I let him climb into our bed and handle a fidget-bum all night whilst getting no sleep. Can you see a pattern forming; either way I get no sleep, whilst, I must add, my sleeping beauty husband zzz’s through the whole episode (how do they manage to do that?!).
The hardest part in all this is that the next day my little ball of energy doesn’t understand why mummy is lacking the vigour to chase him around the garden all day!
I choose the perseverance method, that and a few new pairs of pyjamas and a cake-making afternoon as a healthy bit of blackmail, and you know what it’s working (I am touching wood as I type!). I am 2 weeks down and he hasn’t got up once, I genuinely think he has got bored of it, that or he can’t bear to hear me sing twinkle, twinkle little star one more time!
The ironic thing about this whole blog is that now I have mastered Fin and his big boy bed, Imogen has now decided she’d quite like a 3am cuddle…oh the joys of parenthood!