My son T turned two this month, and still took a bedtime bottle. I knew they were going to be on our case about it at his health check, but I’ve been putting off the transition because I was absolutely dreading the self-regulation I was going to need to get through it. Then we had a day where he woke up and asked for a bottle, had his normal bedtime
I’m a big fan of wake windows. My son’s sleep has followed the Huckleberry default recommendations to an eerie degree – every few months I search “Huckleberry sleep schedule [child’s age]” and nine times out of ten, it lines up with what has naturally already become our routine. Just like me, my son seems to like the predictability of a routine, even if it means we’re a bit rigid in
Content warning: medical themes The 4pm sundown anxiety. Being jolted awake at 3am by a screaming cry. The mastitis. The feeling that nothing fits – not your clothes, not your identity, not your life. Early postpartum was one of the hardest periods of my life. Granted I have had a blessed, easy life, but I was so naive going into motherhood. I truly had no idea how much of a