This post was written several evenings ago but then Laura got ill, I got busy and I forgot about it.
It’s that time of the year again. December comes with a bunch of Christmas drinks and parties, which can be fun for some, but not for those who have to deal with bedtime routine of two on their own.
Hubby went to some Xmas drinks. He has at least 3 this month: drinks with current colleagues, company’s party, and drinks with ex-colleagues, because networking is everything (never mind friendship).
Of course that I panicked on the first evening, otherwise it wouldn’t be me. I held my breath and tip-toed around the house, ready to start crying with Bea when (because IF is never an alternative; she ALWAYS will) she wakes up. She did wake up a couple of time, the first being 5 minutes after I put her down in her cot, fast asleep. The reason? Her leg got caught in between the cot bars. How awful is that?! And those cot bumpers are not recommended at all because, amongst other reasons, babies can get tangled in them. We can’t win, can we? Should I leave her sleeping in our bed until she is 20? By the way, of course Laura is sleeping in my bed. Who cares about her new bed anyway? She doesn’t like being on her own, simple as that.
By the way, if I had to describe these first days of new bed for Laura and new cot for Bea in one word it would be: fiasco. Nopes, it didn’t run as smoothly, beautifully and peacefully as I secretly hoped. Yes, we continue with sleepless nights, middle of the night visitors (who? Who?) and lots of cries and some tantrums. But we have to be strong and carry on with the plan (despite ruining it altogether when we go on holidays).
Another hope is that if I write on here, things might happen the opposite way. Because it seems like this is the way things work. Remember the post about teaching Bea to sleep and not to use the dummy? From the following day, everything went back to “normal” (and “normal” NOT being “right”, I must stress): only sleeping with her dummy and getting very annoyed with the massage and not sleeping that easily (unless you consider “easy” one to two hours rocking the baby). Another example was a post I saved as a draft to finish the following day and post it. I mentioned that Laura went the whole month of November without a single bed wettig incident. She had on in the beginning of September, another at the end of October and none in November – I wrote the post on the evening of the 29th November, and guess what? On that very same night, she wetted the bed. Oh dear, I need to remember to take some waterproof sheets to Brazil. And stop writing about these little achievements.
And due to the nature of this post (randomness), some photos: