I had an amazing nights sleep. I want to shout it from the roof tops. Squeak woke up terrified at around midnight (probably because of a loud storm and he ate salmon for the second time at dinner maybe also a tummy ache?). I took him to sleep in our spare room as usual, and after half an hour or so of him writhing around I said:
“Try to stop moving around so much. You’ll get some rest if you relax.”
He paused like he understood, then carried on rolling around, sighing in disappointment. I tried to help him find a comfortable position but nothing seemed to work. After another ten minutes I said:
“I’m going to hold you firmly in a position I like to sleep in. Be patient and trust me.”
So that’s what I did. I essentially hugged him tight on his side for around two minutes, until he fell asleep.
For seven hours.