He breastfed until he was 19 months old and that was golden because I'd just put him in his cot either asleep or milk drunk.
When he weaned (my milk dried up
) he was still trying to get to my boobs so we did bedtime story with me then cuddles on the rocking chair with dad, who would put him in to his cot when he was ready. Would literally ask every 5 minutes "are you ready to lie down?" And eventually he said yes, sometimes immediately.
He's very active all day. Naps either 1 or 3 hours and this has no bearing on sleep or wake up time. I've tried starting bedtime earlier but then it just takes longer because he fights me.
The standard routine starts at 7/7:30pm and goes like this:
- Brush teeth
- PJ's and nappy etc
- Offer water
On good days (30 mins):
- Bedtime story with mum
- Cuddle with dad
- Go to cot willingly and fall asleep pretty quickly
On bad days (45 mins to 2+ hours)
- Bedtime story with mum
- Cuddle with dad
- Refuse to go into cot
- Keep asking for mum
- Crying which escalates to hysterics, panic attack, not breathing properly, inconsolable
- Mum takes over
- Either sits on bump and cuddles to sleep in 10-20 minutes, or,
- Starts asking to leave the room, crying, pushing away, refusing to go into cot etc
I end up exhausted and not getting an evening. I feel stressed and it takes me ages to uncoil and then it's bedtime. DP has started drinking nearly every night to try and "relax" after all that drama and crying, but that's a whole other matter.
In desperation last night I took him to my bed to lie down together because I just could not handle any more on sitting and wriggling on my bump, accidentally fell asleep with him, woke up sweaty with him lying on my neck and also soaked through with sweat. Moved him to his room and went to bed myself.
Tonight was particularly bad because DP was working late so I had to do everything on my own.
DS was yawning, tired, cooperative until I turned off the light and tried to cuddle him, at which point he started pushing me away and saying he wanted to go downstairs. When I said no, it's time for night nights, he wriggled out of my grasp and legged it for the door. Screaming and fighting.
I try so hard to remain calm but I'm so pregnant and tired and tired of being screamed and cried at.
He wakes up at 7:30am every day in a good mood despite all this 🫠