Fourth trimester · motherhood · parenting · postpartum · sleep training

Tiny House Nursery Tour ~ because everyone needs their sleep…

Slowly but surely I am capturing the different corners of our tiny home and want to introduce them to you here. While I blog about sleep training, Ill show you Valentine’s neck of the woods.

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Blogging about sleep training is probably one of the hardest blogs that I’ve had to write because I know that parenting is something so deeply personal and unique to every family and even child. None of this is said in judgement to those who parenting differently, this is just what worked for us… incredibly well!


We entered the parenting journey having a fairly confident idea that we were going to sleep train.  There were several reasons for this, one of them being that we wanted our little edition to add to the family, joining into the already formed ‘Shearer unit’ rather than having to change our lives dramatically to fit around his needs. Don’t get me wrong, life does change with a child, and for the better, but we can do just about everything we did prior having Valley and he just comes along for the show.

Another reason, I am a big believer in sleep equals good health. Literally, when I am tired I become irritable and more prone to sickness. This is why, for the sake of loving my child, I wanted to train him into sleeping well. I’m very confident as a mother believing that, just like adults, if a child has enough sleep then they are happier and healthier. In the sleep training guide we used it stated (based on research) that humans are naturally creatures of habit whether there baby or not.  No matter what behaviour (sleeping through or waking often) Valley was doing, would be creating a habit and we decided to help support our child to create healthy habits.


More than that though, I’ve always been someone who is need a lot of sleep and function poorly on low sleep. This is why at five months of age we decided to train Valley to sleep through the night. I needed this for my sanity. I needed it to be a better mother. I didn’t see this selfish either because I believe happy mum equals a happy home.

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I definitely have value some old school principal that come from my upbringing however I really disagree with the concept of leaving a child cried out. From working in the Child Protection field before I became a mother, I learnt enough and  I didn’t want to have Valley feeling abandoned or emotionally abused. So rather we sleep trained gently, consistently and we have beautiful bedtime routines that we have created together to prepare for bedtime. Its always a very special time of the day for me.

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The most important principle was teaching him to fall asleep on his own rather than using a prop such as myself or the car. The only sleep proper use with the Lulla doll as it didn’t require my attention every time he woke up. We we did this from a very early age so that there were some nights where I was feeding him in the middle of the night and had a wet cloth to wipe gently on his feet so that you stay awake in order that when he was put down, he fell sleep on his own.

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At five months old, I decided to stop feeding him through the night, feeling (and knowing from research) that he had enough strength and to not need to be fed through the night. I would’ve done this earlier if we weren’t moving houses and having so many visitors between 3-5 months old. It was just the right timing for the season our family were going through. Then rather than feeding him when he cried and I would going and sit with him and pat him until he was calm, and supported him to learn to fall asleep on his own. I was super blessed that this only took one night and he was trained. From then on, only on the rare occasion we may wake up through the night but I can very happily tell you that I am no longer a sleep deprived mother. 


I also find that sleeplessness creates sleeplessness, so for my little lad, since he started sleeping through the night he is a much happier camper in the day. I have the sleep training program on a PDF ebook so if you want to check it out yourself and modified to fit your family definitely comment of shoot me an email and I will send it to.

boys · parenting · postpartum

Raising boys ~

You’d think it couldn’t be that hard to keep a human alive. I mean, most people manage. Today has been one of those days. Who knew a 7 month old could be so impetuous?


This mornings heart stoping moment was when we were out and was crawling around and playing happily. He found and broke off a leaf from a plastic plant. It got lodged in the back of his throats and he couldn’t breathe. I’ve not ever felt anything like it but had the company of another mother who gave me the confidence to apply all I knew about choking first aide. Thankfully, despite having a very distressed boy, he was okay.

That moment was enough to zap the energy from me, leaving a very flat and emotional mother bear.

Locally, we have the most amazing mother group and this afternoon I had the chance to offload, cry and be supported. I left feeling mildly more confident about my parenting abilities only for moments later, just out the door of the centre, while crawling around a real leaf got stuck in the back of his throat. This time back tapping and thumping didn’t bring it up and I had to put my fingers deep into the back of his throat causing him to throw up, bringing the leaf up.

I come home in distress to tell my husband all that had happened. We spend the rest of the afternoon loving, kissing and nurturing our child. I am especially shaken in the light of little Alby who recently at three years old lost his life to choking in the most unlikely way. It hit us hard particularly as his family live a mere 2 hours drive from us. Oh my heart hurts for the Davis family. #foreverthreeforeverthree #ripalby

Then, tonight my Mountain Man is about to walk out of the door and says to Valley, “don’t pull that stool onto you”, which he has never done before I might add. Well before he had a chance to get into his car he hears a heart wrenching scream. Sure enough my son pulled the stool onto his face. Blood was all through his mouth.

My son is a water baby so we straight away run the bath  with our calming organic  soaps and it does calm him. Momentarily. I’m there right with him and he slips and hits his head on the side of the bath. Oh can my heart take any more? Is this the “normal” mothering experience?

By the grace of God my son sleeps tonight whole and healthy. My cheeks are stained with tears as I believe many mothers have been and will be in the future. Raising boys.