After countless ‘false alarms’ (waking up to the little man’s cries only to find that he is still fast asleep) we agreed that it was time for him to ship out to his very own room. (Cue visions of me sending him off for his first day at high school!) Now, just to make things clear – his room is right next to ours. Like attached. So he was really only moving a few metres however to a new Mum, this felt like we were sending our 8 week old bub off to another wing of the house. (Our house doesn’t have wings BTW).
I was so proud that I only tried to bring him back in to our room twice but Daddy Mac helped me stay strong. I feel like the umbilical cord has been severed all over again! Little man on the other hand, couldn’t care less!