He did it. He actually did it. The night we moved the Monkey into his own room, he STTN (Slept Through the Night). I on the other hand woke every hour, tossed and turned, cried into my pillow, waited eagerly for a little cry for his mummy. But no...he didn't need me. In fact he had a jolly good night's sleep without us disturbing him with our groans and snores and god know's what else.
When his familiar little coughing cry finally sounded, I rushed into his room and gave him a blissful feed in the rocking chair. I didn't really know how to feel. Part of me wanted to sing from the roof tops and post something suitably smug on Facebook - I'd finally joined the STTN-club. The other part of me felt...well...a tad offended and a bit daft that we'd waited so long to move the Monkey to his own room. Had we endured months of sleepless nights for no reason at all?
But after the following night - when I did manage to actually get my first good night's sleep in half a year - I realised just how wonderful the STTN-club was. And I felt very proud of my little Monkey for managing so well on his own.
Of course, S-ingTTN didn't last long. And now the Monkey's sleep is pretty unpredictable. But I know it's possible - the Holy Grail of Motherhood has been discovered - so every night there is now hope.
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