Baby In His Own Bedroom *Weep

This is Alexander in his cot on holiday. I tried to take a picture of him last night but the lack of light due to black out blinds meant it was out of focus. You get the idea.

Baby In His Own Bedroom *Weep.

Last night was a big deal for my little family in my little world.

Baby Alexander aged 10 months old, moved out of our bedroom, into his own.

I know for some, 10 months is a ripe old age for a baby to sleep solo but not for us. I mean I slept with my parents until I started school. I know! I even uttered these words to my husband on my wedding night, “Does this mean I can’t sleep with my Mum anymore?”! Who doesn’t love a bit of a mummy cuddle at night.

My first son, Oliver followed in my footsteps and took ages to move into his own room (partly due to relentless ear infections and more than likely due to ‘anxiety separation’ (more by us than him!)…Oliver isn’t the best of sleepers, again not helped by Glue Ear as he needs to sleep with one of us when ill and infections average every few months, inevitably disrupting his sleep routine over and over again.

Only the other night, he wandered into our room and after failed attempts to get him to sleep in his own bed, the husband and I have settled on ordering a Queen size. I’d move Super Nanny in if I could but I figure a Queen Size from IKEA is cheaper.

So, back to baby Alexander and his big move…I spent most of last night up and out of my bed checking he was OK asleep in his cot in the nursery down the corridor. He slept fine for most of the night. My final check (I woke up upright at 3.30am) rushing in, woke him up though. Big fat fail.

I changed him and he fell back asleep. My little baby looking all grown up asleep in his nursery. This letting go business is tough isn’t it, despite knowing it’s for the best. Little 3 year old feet kicking my ribs at midnight confirm this.

Tired but unable to sleep after all that, I flicked through my phone, browsing at pictures of my boys when I saw this (below). Oliver was so desperate to pick and carry his little brother over to me yesterday and as you can see Alexander loved it. Aw brotherly love.

…I eventually nodded off, promising myself I wouldn’t be up and down like this every night. And I really hope I won’t be.

When did your kids move into their own rooms or are they still there, aged 24…I mean 4 like I was with my folks? (No judgement).