Sleep – You Don’t Know What You’ve Got Til It’s GONE!

So many of you know that I have 2 girls – Ava who is very nearly 4 and Seren who is 20 months.  The problem we have at the minute is with Ava… let me give you a bit of background:

Since being 2 weeks old, the only routine we have ever really had that we have stuck to is bed time and it has worked really well for us.  Her whole life has seen bed time as a rigid and fixed routine and we have benefitted enormously.  She has always gone to bed with zero fuss, zero intervention and slept like a dream.  We had one minor 4 month blip when she was about 5 months old, but in hindsight that was my error as she was teething and rather than “poison” my precious pure child with medication, I chose to ride the storm.  This is not a mistake I will ever make again and I now liberally administer calpol at the first sign of teething.  Those 4 months were hell and I got very little sleep.  When I eventually had enough I cracked it with a “pick up put down” routine that I had seen on The Baby Whipserer and it was very effective.  Other than when she is ill or occasionally has nightmares, Ava is pretty much a dream in the night.  She was potty trained and dry at night before she was 2.5 years old.  This was her doing, not mine – it was the easiest transition in the world, there was no training involved on my part, she just decided herself that it was time and I went with the flow.  Since deciding she would no longer wear nappies at night she has had 2 or maybe 3 accidents.  Pretty good going I think.  Now if all of this sounds too good to be true then trust me, I am learning that ALL good things come to an end.

It all started to go wrong a couple of weeks after we told her I was pregnant with baby number 3.  She was outwardly very excited and involved with the concept of a new sibling, but slowly her sleeping started to deteriorate…. We didn’t really notice at first. The middle of the night requests were reasonable enough to begin with and slowly started becoming a bit more demanding.  That’s when I noticed something was up.  Over time she needed more cuddles… more reassurance.  Then came the “I’m too hot / too cold / thirsty”… then the “I need a poo” which needs parent participation for bum wiping but never actually resulted in a poo.  Then she began to get out of bed and creep in to our room for a cuddle or just needing to be returned to bed and tucked in again… it was becoming tiring and beyond the realms of acceptable.  So we introduced a reward chart.  Ava knows the difference between night and day and even has a Gro Clock.  She knows what is expected of her in the, as the last 3.5 years have shown us.  The best part of the last 6 months have seen all that fall apart.  The reward chart lasted 2 months before it was scrapped.  We realised that actually she has a very nice life and we do so much that “rewards” are pretty futile… even when they are things like childrens tattoos or a promise of a swimming trip or a Happy Meal… she just doesn’t care as she sporadically gets these things anyway.  Yep, we spoil our child… she has a very lovely life.  So the next tactic was to adopt a softly-softly approach, but after 6 hours of returning her to bed it generally ended up in either Matt or I shouting at her… it wasn’t effective.  We tried to remove priveledges, she didn’t care.  We tried shutting the door to her room but this just sent her apoplectic.  We have bought her new bedding, made sure the lighting was appropriate in her room, given her options of soft toys to cuddle, left a drink and tissues on her bedside table and explained what we expected of her.  We then pleaded with her, I was in tears one night begging her to let me sleep and still it had no effect.  3 nights ago she hit her peak and I didn’t even get one single hours sleep – she dozed on and off and relentlessly screamed, shouted and ran around upstairs.  I was at my wits end and had to call on my mum to take her for a night so I could catch up on some sleep.  I am 8 months pregnant and Matt was travelling with work – I was ready to collapse with exhaustion.

After a discussion with Matt we decided we would try the “Stay in Bed” routine that Supernanny does on TV.  I have seen it done a million times.  I also might add here that every time I watch Supernanny, it is always glaringly obvious where the parents are going wrong.  I used to sit sipping my glass of wine (before I was pregnant) at 7.05pm with the girls in bed wondering how the hell parents could allow their kids to rule the roost like they did and now I am living their nightmare.  Serves me right.

So last night was night one of the Supernanny routine.  It didn’t go as well as it does on the TV. At 6.45pm I had her in bed and was giving her a cuddle and kiss.  We have a new reward chart, on which we will draw a smiley face when she does a good sleep.  I explained that a good sleep means no screaming, no talking and no getting out of bed until her sun comes up on her clock.  If she gets 3 smiley faces we are off to McDonalds for an “eat in” meal – she very, very rarely gets that so it’s a huge reward for her.  She loved the idea and I was buoyed by her enthusiasm.  Big mistake.  I never even made it out of her door after saying good night before she began screaming.  I stood on the landing and returned her to bed for over an hour (no talking on my part, no interaction at all other than calmly and gently leading her to bed by the hand and putting her in). She went wild.  She screamed, shouted, tantrumed, it was pretty ferocious.  By 8.05pm she fell asleep on the floor in her room behind her door.  I gave it a minute or two then tried to move her into bed but she woke and it all started again.  10 minutes later she was asleep on the floor again.  Again my “mummy brain” wanted her in bed and I woke her trying to move her.  The third time she fell asleep on the floor I thought sod it and put a blanket over her and left her.  It was 8.35pm and I had been standing on the landing for almost 2 hours.  She stayed asleep until 11.55pm.

From 11.55pm until 4.05am, the most relentless period of returning her to bed ensued.  I kept my vow of silence (as the Supernanny technique dictates) and just kept returning her to bed.  My calmness had a profound effect on my daughter.  She spat at me, screamed, shouted, kicked me (including a few aimed at my belly).  She scratched and stabbed at my face and generally turned into a child I didn’t even recognise.  Anyone who knows Ava will tell you that she is such a lovely little girl.  She is caring and compassionate and the least violent of children you will ever meet.  Her behaviour is so out of character its astounding.  At one point I wondered if it was Supernanny I needed or an exorcist.  She also said the most hurtful things and the only thing that made it more bearable was her complete lack of knowledge of profanities.  If she had known any at all, then I am sure she would have used them.    As it happened, I got called a “horrible mummy” and a “gaga-gonk”, amongst other things.  She pulled on my heart strings with the “you don’t love me anymore” and “you think I am smelly and horrid” and then turned tactic with “I am thirsty / need to blow my nose / need a poo / need you to do my blankets” etc etc etc… It was relentless but I was determined.  At 4.05am she finally went quiet and slept until 6am.

We will persevere and tonight it is Matt’s turn to adopt this technique and carry it through.  I will be camping out on the sofa bed downstairs out of sight.  Ava has refused to have a nap today and I am beyond caring.  She is getting through the day on less than 6 hours sleep.

Now I might as well tell you that if there isn’t an improvement tonight and at the very latest tomorrow night using this technique then we will abandon it and I will have to consider letting her sleep in bed with me – this is her ultimate goal after all… just to be with me.  This will be at the expense of Matt’s space in the bed because we only have a little bed.  I know this is making a rod for my own back but we are imminently due to have a newborn and I need to get a bit of sleep.  When the newborn arrives, maybe the night feeds and waking might encourage Ava back in to her own room??

I would love to hear your opinions on all of this and any methods or techniques you have used.  We are considering homeopathy and cranial osteopathy as tag on treatments.



Before I give you the update on how it went, I forgot to mention that Ava seems to be convinced I am going to die… in childbirth.  Lovely.  I don’t know where she has got it from but the whole “going to hospital to have a baby” makes her think hospital = death for some reason.  She hates being separated from me because she is convinced I wont come back…  This came to light again last night as we told Ava I was going to stay at her Granny’s house for the night to take me out of the equation for the night time antics.  She got really upset and started crying saying that she was scared I wasn’t coming back.  We had a really good talk about it and I explained I had laundry to do in the morning so I would be back first thing.  She seemed happy with that but still cried when I left.  I stayed out of the house for an hour and when I got home Matt was in full throws of the screaming and returning her to bed.  He managed to shave 15 minutes off my time from night 1.  We weren’t holding out much hope that the night would be much better.

Both of us went to bed at 9pm… Matt in our room upstairs and me downstairs on the sofa bed.  I am a light sleeper and don’t sleep very well anyway with the pregnancy, so knew I would wake for any screaming.  I heard a bit of movement in the night but nothing much.  When 7am came I went upstairs and Ava was in with Matt on the bed (her sun on her clock was up).  Shewas really pleased with herself and told me she woke up but she went back to sleep again.  I showered her with praise and she wanted a smiley face on her chart.  I asked Matt if that was ok and he said she had got up a few times in the night…. turns out that she got out of bed and came into our room about 10 times over the space of an hour and a half but that he just lead her back to bed and she went back relatively easily with a little cry on 2 occassions, but nothing compared to night 1.  Bearing in mind this was such an improvement we decided that she should have her smiley face as she had tried so hard and it was a lot better.  She was delighted and we are going to focus on the positives.

Now there are 2 things that worry me… first, she must have been exhausted from the previous nights lack of sleep so perhaps she didn’t have the fight in her that she would have done had she have been more well rested… and secondly, it was Matt not me dealing with her.

I am really pleased how well it went last night but I guess the proof will be in the pudding tonight as it will be me on duty by myself again and I seem to get full frontal of her hiddeous behaviour.  We will wait and see and I will update in the morning!! Say a little sleep prayer for me!!



It took 1 hour and 10 minutes for Ava to give up the fight at bed time last night.  It was considerably easier too as she realised that coming out of her room was pointless and she just spent the majority of the time in her room behind the door screaming.  Interesting choice of complaint last night “Mummy I am FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZING! My radiators aren’t oooooooooooooooooooooooon.  Turn my radiators on mummy NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWW!!!”  In the whole hour and 10 minutes, she only ventured out of her room a dozen times or so though so actually, a vast improvement.  I just sat at the top of the stairs with a magazine rather than having to stand outside her door returning her to her bad a million times like on night 1.

In the night I was woken at 10.50pm with Ava in floods of tears – she claimed she had fallen out of bed, but as she is the queen of manipulation I had no idea if she was lying or not.  My instinct was to cuddle her, but supernanny says no.  So I checked for blood and returned her to her bed.  She got out of bed another couple of times, but returned with relative ease and 10 minutes later all was quiet.

At 11.55pm she got out of bed again and did another 5 or 6 times over the next hour.  Each time she went back with minimal fuss.  I did get a couple of smacks to my belly, but she was pretty resigned to returning to bed and it was actually very easy indeed.  No screaming tantrums, minimal violence… I think I must have broken the back of it on night 1 and now it will be perseverance which will eventually see her return to normal.  We are going to continue with this technique for the foreseeable future based on the fact that she has responded so well up to now.

In hindsight I wish I hadn’t let it get as bad as it did.  If I had identified the issue sooner and adopted this method sooner I might not be in this mess now…  Three and a half weeks to due date and I have to move Ava in to her new room in a week or so which might see the sleep disturbance maximise again.  We shall wait and see and I will keep a log of progress!!

Thanks to everyone who has supported me through this (Facebook) – nice to get encouragement and kind messages in my time of need.  Its parenting “fails” like this that remind us that our little cherubs are sometimes simply sent to try us!



What a shock!! It only took 30 minutes for her to settle to sleep last night!!  We were surprised becasue it was the first night of us both returning her to bed when she got up.  She did scream and get out of bed as soon as we said goodnight, but we returned her in silence and she gave up the fight after only half an hour.  In that half an hour she did kick and hit Matt though which was annoying, but on the whole the time it took was amazing.  We were gobsmacked.  Also, we were convinced that it didn’t bode well for the night.

So imagine my disappointment when at 9.15pm I was woken (yes, I was already asleep by then!) by Ava crying and screaming in her room.  She hadn’t got out of bed though and I was momentarily flumoxed as to what to do.  Would Supernanny tell me to go in or wait til she came out?  I decided to go in because she sounded really upset.  I found her sitting on her bed staring at the wall and figured she was in the middle of a nightmare.  I laid her down and stroked her hair and arm briefly while shushing quietly and she settled.  I went out.  She cried out another 2 times shortly after, but I was tired so Matt went in.  She settled easily and then THAT WAS IT!!! Not a peep until 7am.  OH MY GOODNESS!!!  She got a smiley face this morning.  She only has one more to get (hopefully tonight), and she gets to go and eat in at McDonalds.  She is very excited so I am hoping for the best.



Fail.  My mother-in-law is staying and I thought that might encourage her not to do the bed time screaming but it didn’t.  We had a full hour of screaming fits and being returned to bed before she fell asleep.  I was truly disappointed.  As was Matt.  I was really hoping it was going to be an improvement on the previous night, but no.  She woke up at 1.10am and I had to return her to be 6 times before she fell asleep again.  This was mercifully easy and actually I can’t complain.  The returning to bed in the night has been roaring success so far.  Then the biggest let down was this morning.  At 5.30am she decided she would get up and have a tantrum that lasted an hour.  I couldn’t keep the returning to bed thing up because I was trying to save Seren and my M-I-L from the rediculously early start so I took her downstairs where the most almighty hissy fit ensued… along with a few swift kicks to my legs.  I think she thought she would get away with not being told off because my M-I-L is here, but she did.  I am disappointed because I did break my vow of silence this morning and probably wouldn’t have done had we not had a guest.  I have learned my lesson and I think I am going to have to cancel friends coming to stay for the foreseeable future.  There is simply no point in aggrevating an already hard situation and Ava needs to sort herself out before I can comfortably allow people over.  At least my M-I-L has got to witness how bad she is for us.  Because this behaviour is so wildly out of character, I think sometimes people wonder if I am exaggerating, but it is bad… really bad. M-I-L is shocked, and has agreed that having Ava stay with her for a weekend any time in the near future is probably not going to be a good idea…. shame Ava doesn’t realise what she is making people think of her.  My lovely little girl… I really feel very sorry for her at the minute.



10 mintes… seriously, that’s all it took for her to fall asleep, 10 minutes!! The thing is, I have been wondering if all this screaming and tantruming can be “avoided” somehow, and short of me breaking the “no cuddles, no talking” required of the Stay-In-Bed technique, I have been at a bit of a loss… then I went on to the Supernanny website and saw the “Sleep Seapration” technique.

Now technically, Ava is getting a bit old for all this sort of stuff, but bearing in mind she is convinced I am going to die, I think she is definitely going through some sort of separation anxiety.

So last night I put her to bed, cuddles, kisses and turned to leave – as usual, she went wild… straight out of bed, screaming etc.  So I returned her to bed, said goodnight, turned to leave but then stopped with my back to her.  She was a bit confused but I put her back to bed when she got out again and did the same.  She then stayed in her bed and cried for a few minutes but then fell asleep.  Twice she woke when I tried to walk out of the room, but I just waited a bit longer the last time and she was asleep.  That is the least screaming she has done for a long time.  I might try it again tonight.

In the night she got out of bed and had to be returned 6 times between midnight and 5am.  This is a pain in the arse to be honest because I am not getting any good stretched of sleep, and hauling my 37 week pregnant body out of bed and then getting comfortable and back to sleep again is a chore.  That said, there were no tears, no screaming, no violence and she returned to bed with ease each time.  I think she is getting out of bed and wanting to be returned as a comfort thing more than anything now – to check to make sure I am still there and to get that bit of contact.  Matt is annoyed about this, but I don’t mind doing it if it means she is comforted and calm.  We are avoiding having her in bed with us at all cost and I guess that is all that matters.  Hopefully she will grow out of this at some point soon!!

As for this morning?  Well its 6.55am and I am having breakfast in the kitchen with Seren and Ava is not up yet… thank God we haven’t had a repeat of yesterday morning!!



Stupid Supernanny doesn’t know what she is talking about.  AAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggghhh!!!

It all started so well – with my back to her, she was asleep in 5 minutes flat.  I was overjoyed and feeling nothing short of triumphant.  I had a smug smile on my face when Matt came home to a silent house and I had very high hopes for the night.  Why do I not learn that optimism in situations like this is like a precursor to DOOM.

She woke for the first time at 8pm.  She then woke and needed returning to bed every hour for the whole night.  She was in and out of her room relentlessly and although I persevered, there was a period in the night where I fouhd it hard to move and my refusal to repspond to her on the landing meant she fell asleep for half an hour face down on the carpet.  I didn’t get a single straight hours sleep.  By the time 6am came I was retching with exhaustion.  I couldn’t help myself – I snapped and took her downstairs to Matt… who had had a lovely sleep on the sofa… and then told me he felt a “bit tired”.  If I had been holding something solid, I would have swung it at his head.  Instead I burst out crying and dragged myself to bed.  Ava took this opportunity to scream blue murder until I came downstairs again.  No sleep for me then.

Now although this is reminiscent of the night that cracked me over a week ago, it was entirely different in that there was no screaming, shouting or violence.  Ava was pretty quiet for the majority of the night, but just needed returning to bed.  It is becoming abundantly clear to me now that she is craving my physical contact and if I have stopped cuddeling and kissing her in the night, then she will make so with me gently leading her to her bed and tucking her in.  Supernanny, this techinque is NOT having the desired effect.

So we’ve had a hard day.  I can barely breathe I am so tired and have spent the most of the day staring into space or sitting on the sofe.  When Seren went for her nap, I tried to put my head down too but Ava was having none of it.  Again, she was determined I should not sleep and spent the entire 2 hours screaming and tantruming until I eventually accepted I would not be getting any rest and sat next to her on the sofa.

I love my little girl with every ounce of my being, but I am really struggeling to like her at the minute.  There is no way I am going to be able to cope with labour being this exhausted.  Its all I can do to stop myself vomiting with exhaustion at the minute.



Bearing in mind I feel close to death and the Supernanny technique has taken on a new dimension for Ava, we have decided to add an element.  We now have a blow up “ready bed” in the room with us on the floor next to our bed.  It is a blue Star Wars bed and (feminist friends, don’t read the next bit!) there is no way Ava would chose to sleep in a bed like that.  She is a very pink obsessed girl.  I wanted to see which need was greater though – the need to be near me and accept the bed, or the need to have contact and be returned to her room.

Unexpectedly, Ava’s new room was ready yesterday morning (curtains finally hung) so we decided that as life couldn’t get any more sleep deprived, we would bite the bullet and move her and Seren in together.  Room sharing is at Ava’s request and something I would have liked to have avoided to be honest.  The thought of the night ahead had me in tears and I struggled to hold it together long enough to get the girls bathed and in bed.  Seren was a bit out of sorts in her new room and in full view of her sister.  It didn’t bode well at all.

Amazingly, I was able to leave the room and not do the whole “separation” routine.  She came out a couple of times but then fell asleep while Seren was still noisily chuntering and singing away to herself.  In fact, it took Seren half an hour longer to fall asleep than Ava, but I don’t have to intervene with Seren, she just amuses herself until she nods off in her cot.

Then at 10.55pm Ava’s waking antics began.  The first time, I returned her to her bed.  The second time I ushered her into the blow up bed but she ran out of my room.  She fell asleep on the landing outside my door.  At 1.30am I returned her to her room again as she had woken up.  Then she came back half an hour later and I refused to get out of bed to return her to her room and simply pointed at the ready bed… she backed out of my room and fell asleep on the landing again, where she remained until 4.40am.  When she woke up she begged me to put her back to bed and put her covers on, which I did and she fell asleep until 6.30am.  In the mean time Seren decided she wanted to get up at 5am so my day has began nice and early.  Interestingly, Seren waking and shouting/screaming/singing at 5am didn’t wake Ava who had only just nodded off.  Maybe we will get the whole room sharing thing cracked one day but with only 2 and a half weeks til due date I can absolutely say for certain that I am at my wits end and cracking under the sleep deprivation.

Matt had another lovely nights sleep on the sofa.  I had better be spoilt for mothers day tomorrow.



It’s over.  We are scrapping the Supernanny technique for the sake of our sanity and the sanity of our little girl.

So last night, It took her 15 minutes to settle to sleep.  The waking began at 9pm.  Every time I suggested getting on the blue Star Wars bed she ran back to her room and jumped in bed.  At around 10pm she went to run back into her old room, changed direction and ran into the doorframe of her new room and (understandably) was very upset by this.  She then woke Seren and refused to settle at all.  By 11.30pm, Matt and I made our final big decision of this process…. and whether or not it is making a rod for our backs?  Only time will tell.  Seren is moving back into her old room and Matt is moving in with Ava.

We pulled out the bed from under Ava’s bed and Matt slept on it.  Ava stayed in her own bed and in her own room for 6 full hours.  This is the first time she has done this in a few months.  We know that Matt is going to have to do this every night – and its him not me because I can’t move in with her to move out again as soon as the baby is born.  Due date is looming and we feel it would do more harm than good to have me be near to her then removed for a new baby.  It would cause too much upset.

We are sticking with the “no talking, no cuddles” rule that is part of the Supernanny routine as that has had a positive effect, but while Ava is so very anxious and scared of death etc, we feel this is the last resort, but the one that is most likely to save all of us from cracking up.

We have spent a considerable amount of time looking into and researching Ava’s behaviour, we have decided that she is indeed suffering from a pretty severe form of separation anxiety.  This anxiety has come about from her fear of death (namely mine) and the impending arrival of a new sibling.  I think her fear of death is the over-ruling force in this though.  I over ate yesterday and commented that I was “going to pop” and she got distressed and tearful and shouted “no mummy I don’t want you to pop!”.  This fear of me leaving her is all consuming and is beginning to infiltrate into our daily lives more and more.  It appears that someone, somewhere along the line has told Ava that when you die, its like going to sleep and never waking up again.  At the age of (almost) 4 years old, this bit of information is understandably frightening and too much for her to make sense of – night time has become a very scary place for her and rather than try and train a “behaviour” out of her we need to help her psychologically process some pretty adult thoughts while providing her with a calm and reassuring environment.

Part of me felt really cross last night when Matt went to sleep in her room because I felt as though she had won… then this morning I realised that actually, we have won.  We have finally understood and accepted what she is trying to tell us and perhaps now we are on the road to helping our little girl through a pretty stressful phase.  All we want is for her to be happy and calm and content… and we will do anything it takes.

I want my Ava back.

I guess this is the last entry then in terms of the “Supernanny” method… Now its going to have to be the “mummy & daddy know best method” aka “winging it”.

Here’s hoping it works eh?



Last night Ava went to bed with minimal fuss and with the promise that her Daddy would sleep on a mattress on the floor next to her bed.  We had a silent and motionless night until 6.15am this morning.  It’s been over 6 months since we had a full night like that.  Interestingly Matt reported that she is sleeping very fitfully with lots of periods of startelling herself awake and sleep talking.  A few times he woke to find her staring at him but he is unsure if she was actually fully awake.  I could have cried this morning – with both happiness that we are getting a good result and sadness that my little girl has been so frightened for such a long time. I definitely feel we are on the road to recovery now though!

One final realisation for me too – reward charts will work for Ava, but the targets we were setting were unobtainable for her and she knew that even if we didn’t.  She was physically unable to achieve the targets as her fears over-ruled everything.  I wish we had realised that sooner – she wasn’t being naughty and behaving badly, she was frightened and we let her down when she needed us the most.  We are parenting in an age where its all about achieving the “best behaviour” and training our kids to conform by offering rewards.  I definitely think we do sometimes need to take a step back and see our children; listen to what they are telling us.  I wont be making the same mistake again and the reward charts can stay in the cupboard for the foreseeable future.




August 20th 2012 – 5 months since my last post above.

How weird it is reading this whole thing back now… and how far we have come!

Baby #3 arrived on the 20th April, a beautiful little girl, Violet.

As soon as I got home from hospital with our newest addition, Ava morphed back into our good old Ava infront of our eyes.  It was phenomenal to see.  She took on the role of being “big sister” (again!) in her own loving and caring way and she has continued to surpass our best expectations ever since.

Matt stayed in her room on a mattress for a couple of months.  In addition to this, Ava needed us in her room to go to sleep which we didn’t mind doing as it was the least stressful way to get her to go to sleep and by having a stress free “going to sleep” routine, she ended up sleeping better in the night.  Eventually SHE decided she no longer needed her daddy in her room (must admit to promising her a pair of Lelli Kelly shoes if she could do it lol!) and a few days later we persuaded her to go to sleep without us having to sit in with her.

It’s 4 months to the day since Violet was born and Ava is back to the way she was.  Perfect sleeping, no nightmares, no problems going to bed (ok, the occasional whinge, but what 4 year old doesn’t objoect to bed time every now and then?!).

When I was in the middle of the worst of it, I truly felt like there was no light at the end of the tunnel and now reading back I barely remember being in the middle of one of the worst parenting phases of my life.  Just goes to show that phases are just that, and they pass.  Thank God.


  1. Ellie says:

    Phew! Blimey, Helen, what a nightmare you’re all having. 🙁 I hope it’s resolved soon, either way. It’s the last thing you need at the moment!
    I honestly can’t suggest anything for you to do that you haven’t already done, because Ava is your child and you understand how she works and what she needs. But I can say that this did happen to us, on a far less extreme level, when we moved house late in 2010 and Theo, who was about 2.9 when we moved, decided to let us know the house move (and, I think, the imminent appearance of his baby brother, as I was in my last month of pregnancy) had upset him.

    He was freaked out by ‘small’ things like ‘scary lights’ in his room (neighbour’s security light comes on every time a cat farts in their garden!), the ‘wrong’ bed (no idea, but obviously it was in a different position in his new room), odd noises (the central heating boiler lives in a cupboard in his bedroom). He used these to hang his anxiety on, so we’d go in at 3am after he’d woken up and started crying, and get a long involved explanation of what was scaring him, but really what he wanted (needed) was to come into bed with us. After a couple of weeks of trying to settle him into his own bed (nothing as bad as what you’ve been through – more a case of sitting beside him for an hour until he was finally deeply asleep), we caved in though exhaustion as much as anything else, and he came into bed with us, or into the spare bed with Phil, because my belly (and then my cosleeping baby!) were making it a tight fit.

    For about 2 or 3 months after baby Joe came along, Theo would wake at least 4 times a week and end up in the spare room with Phil. (I, meanwhile, was walking the floor with a refluxy baby, so I think Phil still got more sleep than me!) Then, it stopped pretty quickly. Theo seemed to have turned a corner with his new house, and his new baby (to whom he has always been very loving) and his new place in the family, and started sleeping through again. That was a year ago. Since then, he’s gone through brief periods of night wakings and needing reassurance, and they are always linked to stress (potty training, starting full days at preschool) or illness. I figure, he needs reassurance so we give it to him, and I don’t think he’ll still be wanting to come into our bed at the age of 8. (And if he does, once in a while, I think we’ll let him!) All I can say is that everything changes – if something’s going well, it’ll slip eventually and have a bit of a dip, and if it’s going badly, it’ll revert to whatever is ‘normal’ for you eventually too. 🙂 Hope it changes for the better soon. x

  2. Helen Kingdon says:

    Thanks for your comments and support Ellie. At the end of night 3 I am starting to see light at the end of the tunnel x

  3. karin says:

    You are doing brilliantly Helen, it’s not a parenting fail – it’s just parenting. We’ve all been there. It’s easy to pick the easy option but not so easy to stand back and see what it’s doing. We got to a point 4 years ago where we sat and sang silent night to Nia for 3 hrs and got zero time together as adults in the summer as well!

    Sounds like you are all definitely making progress. Well done.

  4. Lisa Flower says:

    Such a shame about last night, but don’t that that put you off, it was expected to have a bad night or bad couple of nights but it’s still a whole lot better than when you started. Tricky with the morning thing, and even trickier with guests. I suppose if Ava changes tact to early morning rising instead, you could keep up the putting back to bed until whatever time you deem acceptable to get up, for me that would be 7am but perhaps 6am under the circumstances?

    Keep up the good work and don’t let last night beat you!! x x x

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