This is one of my favourite sayings, but one I find hard to implement.
Around these parts we’ve been battling with sleep. There has been clinics and books, noise and no noise, wrapping and no wrapping, rocking and no rocking.
On Monday night Pebble and I slept over at my mum’s. On arrival I was faced with an unmoving cot, feet firmly planted in the carpet. A cot that DIDN’T ROCK. I hadn’t thought about it before hand, and there seemed little point in thinking too much about after the fact. Just do it. Let it go.
The room was dark as pitch. I just put her in the cot, tucked her in, and went to bed (right along side). She made a whole lotta grunting, groaning, heavy breathing, squeaking. But she slept. And so did I.
Repeat x 2 during the night for feeds and we’re both a lot more relaxed. Ok, I’m a lot more relaxed. I tried it again last night at home. Plop, tuck, walk away. No hovering by the cot for at least 5 mins, just in case. No springing from the bed at every squeak, just in case.
Note to self: Small stuff. Don’t sweat it.