If you follow me on Instagram you will know that it’s been approximately 11 and a half months since my last decent sleep.
Whenever I tell people that Poppy doesn’t sleep through the night, the response usually goes something like this, ‘Have you tried…’
and my response goes a little like…
‘I’ve tried…
- sleeping with her nightlight on
- sleeping with her light off
- installing black out curtains
- sleeping with the curtains wide open
- dressing her in a short sleeved baby grow
- dressing her in a footless baby grow
- wrapping her in a thick blanket
- wrapping her with a thin muslin
- removing her ‘Sleepyhead’ from her cot
- putting her ‘Sleepyhead’ back in her cot
- raising her mattress at one side
- giving her a toy to cuddle
- having earlier nap times
- having later nap times
- having shorter nap times
- moving bath time to earlier in the day
- giving her a bottle before her bath
- giving her a bottle after her bath
- moving her dinner time to earlier in the day
- singing lullabies (yes me personally singing…it’s horrific!)
- playing Brahms lullabies on loop throughout the night
- playing ‘Say Hello to the Sun’ song on repeat
- blaring white noise
- inserting a dummy into her crying mouth
- brushing her hair
- playing quietly in her darkened room an hour before bedtime
- a strict ‘no tv 2 hours before bedtime’ policy
- putting her to bed when she’s almost asleep
- putting her to bed when she’s fully asleep (thumb is fully out of the mouth!)
- standing over her cot and rubbing her stomach, leg, hand…any body part I can actually reach
- sleeping on the floor next to her while wedging my hands through the rails of the cot (why didn’t I buy one of those cots where the sides slide down?!)
- crying it out
- wedging her in-between Ian and I
I’ve given up! She must be teething. That’s the answer to everything, right?
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