So now, we’re on the REAL other side. We have completed the three nights – the magic three nights that everyone swears are all it takes!
Are we through it?
The three nights were certainly progressively easier … Night one was horrible. Night two was absolutely survivable: one crying session that didn’t last as long as the first night’s, and a few little whimpers. Night three, I’m delighted to say, was a mystery to me … because I didn’t hear a peep!
I slept through the night.
Apparently she was up a few times, and Mr A had to settle her back to sleep, and apparently that process took a while. But I note that Mr A can have a tendency to exaggerate when relating such things – especially when his own suffering is the discussion topic (when I tell you confidentially that he’s an occasional sufferer of the dreaded Man flu, you’ll understand).
I’m not quite sure where we go from here – I think we will continue with the room swap arrangement for a while and see what happens…
In the meantime, I’m celebrating. Most people get the phrasing wrong when they really, really wanna know if your baby sleeps through the night yet. Who cares??? I slept through the night. I slept through the night. I slept through the night … *skips off, singing; sound slowly fades out* …
Daisy
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