Friday, 21 February 2014
I'm not going to lie, this is where he sleeps, right in the middle. He is number three you see. With number one we read every manual, and were scared silly by co-sleeping advice guidelines so every night we spent hours trying to get our new baby asleep in his cot in his rather beautifully decorated nursery. With number two, we didn't bother with the nursery (which was by now a junk room) we put the cot in our room, and he ended up in our bed almost every night.
With number three we haven't bothered with routine, he has had to fit in around his two older brothers. We didn't have the energy or inclination to bother with a routine, he has slept with us since the day he was born. He sleeps much better than the other two, but this is probably because we are more relaxed as parents.
It's not ideal, this week I have been kicked in the ribs and had the blankets kicked off more times than I care to think about. But he is number three and I think we are clinging onto our baby as he is our last, poor thing. He goes to sleep with his hand on my cheek and he wakes with a huge smile on his face.