I am not afraid to hold my child to sleep. She always slept in her own bed. In my room until she was one and her own room ever since. She settled nicely and always just said "good night" cuddling her little soft toys and chatting away until she would fall asleep. The hard times…
My anxiety is spiralling every time I read about the slightest thing that happened to a child and I cannot sleep at night because of it. I can't close my eyes because I am afraid of all those images popping out in my head scaring the shit out of me. I am afraid of my own thoughts and where they can take me.
Transitioning from a cot to a big bed is so important. I always wondered when is the right time to do it? Have I done it early or too late? What do you think? When did you transition to a big bed with your child?
I am not writing this post in one of my happy moments. On the contrary. I am in bed, still wearing my pajamas and sipping on Lemsip while blowing my nose annoyingly loud and binge watching on Netflix. But even under these circumstances I couldn't help but thinking: WHAT MAKES THIS MAMA HAPPY? There are…
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