Showing posts with label bed time. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bed time. Show all posts

how we've helped our baby sleep


We are very lucky and have three children who all seem to value sleep as much as their parents. But our latest a little addition really is the most amazing sleeper. She self settles at nap times and often at bedtimes too, and ever since she was born has only woken us once at night. It's an absolute dream to have a newborn who loves sleep so much; because I definitely think that the grind of caring for three children would be a LOT harder if I was super tired. But the reality is that I'm getting as much sleep as I would normally, and that I actually feel better rested now than I did in the later stages of my pregnancy.

Now I think a large factor in our well rested state is luck. We have got extremely lucky with our littlest one, and she just happens to be pretty chilled out and a fan of sleep. She was a pretty chilled bump too, with definite awake and asleep routines, and it seems like she's carrying on with that in the outside world too. I think it's probably just her nature... although ask me again when we've passed the point of the four month sleep regression, because it could all still go wrong.

But that said, I do think that as third time parents we maybe know a thing or two now about what helped our previous children sleep well. And it would be fair to say that we've thrown anything and everything that worked on the older two at our third baby; so you could argue that we've given her - and us - the best chance possible at a good nights sleep.

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forgotten


I'm a sentimental old fool.
I'll put my hands up and admit to it right now.
I get very attached to anything that I feel has some sort of special story
or has been precious in any way shape or form.
I have kept all sorts of things associated with my babies,
I have memory boxes, special shelves and pretty bags
full to the brim with things that I treasure because it reminds me of my babies in some way.

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pj days


There is something about this change in the weather lately
that makes me far happier to stay at home.
The chill in the air,
the darker mornings,
the earlier evenings,
the dampness.
It is just so cosy and warm being together at home.

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your thirtieth month

Two and half years old. And the most amazing little boy.

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sleepy time



There is nothing quite like the image of a sleepy or sleeping baby
all snuggled up in a babygrow
ready to go to bed.
The bedtime routine is my favourite time of day,
and not because the crazy is nearly over,
but because it's capped off by seeing my beautiful sleepy bubbas
ready to drift off to dreamland.

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night night beautiful boy


Since I became a parent
I have lost track of the amount of times I've said
"its all flying by so fast"
or "slow down time"
or "where did my baby go?"
Children are learning all the time,
embracing every opportunity to grow and explore
and to 'get big' right before our eyes.

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missing...

a big beautiful boy woke up
his sleep was disturbed
and he wanted his mummy . . .

. . . curling up next to him
on his new big boy bed,
she stroked his hair
and said "night night beautiful boy. it's sleepy time"
"sweet dreams" he whispered back
as he lay his head on the pillow . . .

they both closed their eyes.
she breathed in his baby smell
and wondered when that small baby,
who had smelt just like this,
had gotten so big . . .

. . . every few moments he opened his eyes,
just checking she was still there.
"mummy" he would murmur
and a hand would reach out to touch her face

he rolled . . . 
snuggling in close
so that as much of him 
was cuddled up 
to as much of her as possible . . .

. . . she lay a protective hand on his shoulder
"i love you" she whispered
and he snuggled in even closer still.

. . . she missed him . . .
those long cuddling baby hours
those empty stretches of afternoon just the two of them
she needed this . . . 

. . . and so she squeezed him in a little tighter,
gently stroked his hair
and fought back the tears . . .
sad, missing tears
and happy, loving tears too.

he laced his baby fingers into hers
and in that moment she knew
that he was enjoying this just like she was,
that he didn't want it to end just yet . . .

. . . and that there was nowhere else in the world
that either of them would rather be.


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11.11.11

11.11.11
Isn't there something lovely about that as a date?
So pretty and balanced.

And it was a special date for us
because it marked a special point.
The little guy was born after 39 weeks and 5 days of pregnancy.
And 11.11.11 marked 39 weeks and 4 days of life in the outside world.
It was the very last day when I had been his home for longer.

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if i had just one day to myself...

I should probably start of by saying 
that since reading this week's BritMums Blogging Prompts 
I have been fantasising about my ideal day down to the smallest details.
The result being that I spent a whole day of my weekend
thinking about how perfect a day good be,
if only......


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home sweet home

Home is where the heart is,
so they say.
And I completely heart mine.

It isn't perfect.
It could be bigger.
It could have nicer furniture,
and a larger kitchen
and better parking.

But it's home.
And like I said,
I love it.

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your thirty-third week


You were very quickly become a really cheeky little monkey.

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