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The Light of my Life, Now Sleeps Through the Night

First published July 18th, 2010, on my earlier blog ‘Little Harry’s House’

Controlled CryingTo all those who judged me, please read on.

Seven days ago I began controlled crying, and today baby, mum, and dad are well slept and sporting smiles that could make the sternest opposer doubt their conviction, if only for a second.

I have endured the darkness of those first few nights and come out at the glorious seven o’clock sun on the other side (yes, he now sleeps until seven!).

I won’t lie, it was far from easy. I have tried it before and fallen short of the discipline needed to succeed, but like so many people had told me, it really is only a few nights in hell for a lifetime in heaven (here’s hoping).

Harry knows the routine now – what times he has solids, a breastfeed and a nap. He is content knowing what comes next, and sleep is no longer a losing battle. The icing on the cake is he is very rarely tired now, which means our time together is spent giggling and playing rather than pacing hallways patting his bottom and listening to the pained cords of his cries.

To all those who remain sceptics, I understand. Up until seven days ago I too toyed with the idea that controlled crying was a brutally cruel concept created by sadistic baby haters.

Let me assure you, it’s not.

Harry is happier now than he ever was, and has 12 uninterrupted hours of sleep a night! Dan and I have left the night walkers to their broken sleep and grumpy moods and are once again enjoying the blissful feeling that comes from snuggling into your warm bed and knowing you will not rise again until after the sun.

I know you won’t believe me until you try, and supposing that you never do, please at least try to be kinder to the mothers that do.

At the end of the night we are all just trying to do the best for our bubs, it’s just that for some of us those nights run a little smoother.

To all those tired mums reading this and hating me, please know I understand how you feel. But after seven months of broken sleep and endless rocking, I think I’ve earned the right to gloat just a little.

Ok, I’m done now.

Tess x