It was 2am and my baby was bouncing around my bed, twerking her nappy bum in my face, squealing with joy and making it clear that she was up for a party.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t.
It was the third night in a row that my darling eight-month-old daughter Ruby had decided sleep was for the weak. A few weeks earlier, she had been happily sleeping through the night save for the odd brief wake-up.
Now she was regularly spending hours awake in the middle of the night, absolutely vibing all over the bed, usually between 2am and 4am. Fun for her, very not fun for me and her dad. We were baffled – her sleep hadn’t even been this bad as a newborn.


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