They say when it comes to babies that everything is cyclical. Just when you think you’ve nailed it, along comes something else to piss in your pocket, to rain on your parade, to wake you for the ninth time that night.

Our success with Elizabeth Pantley’s No Cry Sleep Solution lasted for exactly four days, or nights to be more precise. And then everything went to the shits. Back to the shits really. We had turned full circle. Although I had no idea until a few days later, the cause it seemed were two more pearly whites, making a total of six. Seriously, how many teeth does one baby need? It’s not like I’m feeding him steak and chips. And anyway, he could suck the chips.

One of the teeth took a while to come through so I shelved any hardcore attempts to get things back on track. To be honest I think this last failure (can I call it that?) hit hard. It knocked the wind out of my proverbial sails. I started taking the easy option; feeding him to sleep because it was too draining trying to get him to do it on his own, feeding him overnight again just to get him back to sleep quickly, bringing him into bed with me in the morning in the hope that I could get an extra hour of sleep.

None of this helped him sleep through the night and now we are back to him waking up ten or more times a night. I’ll just repeat that. Ten or more! This is not fun. I’m starting to have fantasies about putting a crying Luca in his cot, filling up the kettle with cold water, waiting for it to boil, and making myself and Tizzie Hall a cup of tea.

Lucky I’m a coffee drinker.

Toothy Luca

The bane of my existence - the teeth, not the baby