Sleep for the past two weeks has been pretty rough. It was all going so well until Rufus hit the 4 month mark – the notorious age for sleep regression. I knew it was coming, but I still had my fingers and toes crossed that Rufus would bypass such notoriety in favour of a more peaceful existence. It is so true that babies shake their routine up as soon as you feel like you’ve ‘got it’. Rufus has been hungrier, windier, unsettled and in general has just needed a bit more support during the night. To add to the mix – Winston hasn’t worn nappies to bed for about five weeks now, but on the odd occasion he does need to go in the night, he will wake up. What a party some nights have been! – there has been far more going on in our house at night time than during the day. I haven’t felt overly tired – I have no idea how?
The last three or four nights Rufus has been back to his usual routine – waking once between 11pm-7:30am around 4:30am, so I’m hoping it will stay that way. It makes such a change from seeing almost every hour. Come on Rufus! At the moment he is sleeping in our bed – it will probably stay that way until he’s sleeping right through.
Earlier this week I slept at my parents house for a night. Half term is when I get to hang out with my teacher and my student siblings, so I head home for a few days. Only one official waking to feed, but when you have a toddler kicking you in the back all night it’s never going to be good. The idea is always far better than the reality!