The (joys of) cot to bed transition
I jinxed it. Totally. Completely. Utterly. Last week my husband was in Spain for a long weekend and was only getting back on the Monday, so I thought that this would be the perfect time to do the cot to bed move. It isn't because he is less patient, it's just that I thought I'd take the slack if the move didn't go well and avoid having him losing hours of precious shut eye. After doing night feeds for 12 weeks I thought that losing a few days of sleep would potentially be easy to handle. I also need to live up to my name of All-in-One Mum after all! We set the bed up on the Wednesday night before my husband left for his trip. What an absolute disaster. Even the new gorgeous Peppa Pig bedding couldn't convince our daughter that her new comfy bed was the best thing since sliced bread. So night 1 was spent in her cot. Epic fail. My husband left for his cycling weekend and so I carried on with my usual dinner, bath, bed routi...