Sleep trained DD at 10 months out of desperation - nothing else had worked, she would try to stay awake to interact/play while anyone else was around, no matter what time of the night she awoke! My exhaustion was getting dangerous … crossing the road in front of a bus I hadn’t seen was a terrifying low point. And despite my having been very very anti sleep training, one night when it was just the two of us, I was so, so desperate that put earplugs in and just passed out. Left her in the other room on her own in her cot. Checked the baby camera recordings/alerts in the morning - whilst giving her a big guilty cuddle - and she had cried for a few minutes, then she had just gone to sleep! When she woke in the night, she did the same - a tiny grizzle, and then straight back to sleep.
I couldn’t bloomin’ believe it - months of trying to persuade/reassure/help her to sleep, and once I gave up trying to persuade or reassure or help, she finally slept 😂
I had previously thought sleep training - especially just leaving them alone to cry - was completely cruel, and couldn’t see how it could ever be a positive thing. Before my DD, I didn’t realise that some babies simply need to be left to it, to learn for themselves, and to have nobody around for them to use as an excuse to stay awake. The whole “put them down awake but drowsy” simply wasn't a possibility for DD. Since she was about 8 weeks old, if she was awake, she was alert and she was looking for reasons to stay alert! She was seeking stimulation and entertainment all the time, and it really truly didn’t matter how tired she was or how much fun she’d had during the day, she always wanted more fun and entertainment. Not cool at 1am. (Or 3am, or 4am, etc etc etc!) I’ve since met a few other mums who have had babies like she was, and we’ve had a wry laugh at how well-meaning but totally clueless we were.
DD is now two, and we’re very well bonded. She’s sweet and affectionate both to family members and friends, and she happily trots off through the door at her lovely childminder’s house knowing I’ll come back at the end of the day for her. Bedtimes are dreamy, we have a lovely snuggly relaxing routine, and when she’s ready for her cot, she asks to be put in it. She’s a little champion at getting herself off to sleep now.