Well, we put him in his own room for the first time, in fear and trembling of how the night might pan out.... and sure enough he woke barely an hour later and made a big fuss. "It's going to be a bad night," said my husband gloomily, after spending twenty minutes putting him back to sleep. I hastily rolled over and went to sleep myself despite it being only 8pm, hoping to squeeze in an extra half hour or hour's sleep before the fun and games set in.
Silence....
At half past one my husband went to the loo and paused on his way back to make quite sure the baby was breathing, which he was.
Silence...
At four am he cried softly and I changed and fed him and put him back down awake. There was a bit of shuffling.
Silence...
7am, we had to go in and wake him up - he's been awake by 6.20 every day for weeks.
So, um, we apologise, baby. Looks like it's been us waking you up all this time.
Sorry about that.
Silence....
At half past one my husband went to the loo and paused on his way back to make quite sure the baby was breathing, which he was.
Silence...
At four am he cried softly and I changed and fed him and put him back down awake. There was a bit of shuffling.
Silence...
7am, we had to go in and wake him up - he's been awake by 6.20 every day for weeks.
So, um, we apologise, baby. Looks like it's been us waking you up all this time.
Sorry about that.
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