It is no secret, Bridget's sleep-habits are less than great. While most evenings she will happily rub her eyes, tug at her belly-button, climb into my arms and fall asleep - staying asleep (not to mention alone in her crib) is quite a different story.

I need advice ( I hate advice!) Some say "let her cry", others say "at least she won't do this when she's two" or "when she's three". Days, rather nights, go by of thinking something has to change. But then, things do change. Only - ever - so - slowly.

And you know what, that is fine with me. I am patient, and my goodness so is Mike. And the truth is she might still ' do this' when she is three. She might still wake up and want to cuddle, want to read a book, want me to sing to her - and that is okay too.

In fact, it is wonderful.

And also, I know she won't 'do that' when she is fourteen. And by then it won't seem like a relief anymore, it will seem sad all over again.

I know, parenting hey? Geesh.