Oh my poor boy, you’re trying so hard, why can’t you sleep?
That was what was going through my head at around 6am this morning. BabyBoy had woken at 5.40am, screaming. He was checked and seemed fine (we couldn’t ignore those screams), so we put him back in his cot and he kept lying down and trying to sleep, but just seemed unable to drop off. Why why why?
At 6.20am he started sitting up and that was it, we knew it was time to start his day.
Note: we didn’t manage to get him into bed earlier than usual on night 21 – went down at his normal time. Settled beautifully though. Well, there’s always tomorrow…