Right before the week-end we decided that Owen needed to get into his own bed.
He had been waking up a lot during the night and just crying. We would bring him into our bed and he'd sleep fitfully but Mumma got no sleep. A sleep depraved Mumma is never a good thing so into his room he went.
We had one night where he cried in the middle of the night for like an hour, but since then we have had no problems. If he does wake up in the middle of the night I re-bink him (put his pacifier back in) and leave again. In the morning he wakes up happy and cheerful, which is exactly how his Mumma feels after a full nights sleep.
The only issue we have however, is that I put him in his bed fairly close to the middle and this is how I find him every morning. Sometimes with out any covers on.
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