Nannie to the Rescue

I have that over tired, new mummy thing going on today.

SO (smallest offspring) is 8 weeks old tomorrow. She has decided to have an opinion about settling to sleep. Fair enough, we're an opinionated lot around here, so it's inevitable. However, over the first few weeks of her life, she's had it pretty good in the cuddling to sleep department. Daddy has been on holidays for four weeks, and has mastered the art of the 'walk with baby on shoulder at midnight' technique, and SO has rather liked this.

However, now (as you do when you are small and adorable) SO has decided that she must be walked and 'shushed' and rocked (and, thank you very much) just a bit more booby feed please, before she'll head off to the land of nod at ANY time of the day.

So I am now trying to break this habit by using the good old 'Feed, Play, Sleep' technique. Nothing complicated, just trying not to breastfeed her immediately before her sleeps (except the night one). But the SO is less than impressed. So we brought in the big guns - the dummy (binky/pacifier, choose your moniker), which up until now she has roundly rejected. Not having it. So we upped the game.

We sent in Nannie to settle her for her morning nap.

Now Nannie has a particular set of skills. A set of skills acquired over a very long career (of being a Mummy, Aunty and a Nana). Skills that make her a nightmare for SO like mine.

So armed with the dummy, some industrial grade bassinet rocking, and aircraft level 'shushing' Nannie triumphed.

The dummy is in and staying. The SO is asleep (for now). And me? Well, I'm too tired to waste the time sleeping. I'm going to go and crochet something.