After a frightening incident, I enlisted the help of a night owl to keep an eye on my baby when he tosses and turns at night.
My baby boy is a talkative 20-month-old, who impresses his extended family with his nursery rhyme singing and early grasp on language. He can clearly communicate what he wants; it’s often a “blue car” and he knows all the words to Baa Baa Black Sheep.
I am celebrating his language achievements and boast to friends because in other ways he’s not up to speed. He doesn’t sleep through the night.
Charlie’s a night owl and funnily enough, a soft brown owl is the first toy he grew attached to – it’s like his totem. The brown owl has been such a hit that I bought the same owl three times before we went on an overseas holiday. Only one survived.
Every night when I tuck Owl and Charlie into bed, I think, maybe, just maybe, this could be the night he sleeps through.