Unlike my girls , my son drove me mad with his nighttime shenanigans .
He just didn't sleep .
I compromised with a semi adjoining room , a soft light and toys and explained mummy is tired .
Wake me up if you don't feel well , but otherwise - just play quietly .
I could hear him in the night talking to himself.
As I drifted off I'd call , Mummy is going to sleep now .I love you .
He went through the night without a problem . He must have slept intermittently .
He didn't actually sleep through until he was 13 .
I tried to be as sympathetic as possible , because I was put to bed really early , was terrified of the dark and not allowed a nightlight and had night terrors .and nightmares .
To this day , I have a horror of total darkness .
I feel as though I'm in a coffin and have been buried alive .
His son has also been dreadful at night :
At one stage , my son was having to get Grandpa to come over and my DIL , son and Grandpa were having to lie on the tiny nursery floor
entertaining him .