It’s my wedding anniversary today and while my husband was at work I slept in our marital bed with someone else for the first time. It was Hannah. We both have colds and yet I decided that this would be the week that I would train her (not that she’s a dog) to sleep in her cot (and no she isn’t 6 months old yet) DURING THE DAY. She’s not having any of it, at least not for more than 15 minutes at a time. Anyway, after an hour of bargaining (which basically involved me rubbing her nose and her screaming) I agreed that she could sleep in my bed with me (I SERIOUSLY needed to sleep). I was s***ing myself. I barricaded the edges of the bed with pillows, put her in a low tog sleeping bag, grabbed the bottom of it and wedged it under my backside so that she couldn’t actually move, and stayed awake watching her sleep for about 25 minutes because I was too scared of rolling over and squashing her. I did drop off in the end but it’s fairly clear who won that little game.
The thing is, when I was in hospital the only way that I could get her to sleep was on my tummy. And I did it when I got home. To be honest I grew to love what I call “naughty nap time” – and still do. The problem is so does Hannah, and I need to convince her of the benefits of sleeping on your own pdq – she starts nursery in 2 months! Wish me luck.