I don’t know how, but she just does.
A week or so of less and less sleep … Long days, longer nights. Teething? Immunisations? Growth spurt? All I knew was I was getting more and more exhausted and more and more desperate. Last night I broke down, told Mr Bun just how very tired I was … ‘It’s like those first few weeks*’
But then, last night, she slept through. Ohh, when she woke at 6am, I rolled over – saw the time – bliss.
And this morning? She’s been napping for 1.5 hours. Again, amazing.
So, yes. She knows. Her Mumma was at breaking point and she decided to give her a little rest.
Thank you darling.
*It’s not. Nothing could every be that exhausting. See? I’ve forgotten already.