First night of freedom

A few weeks back I attempted to put Freyja in with Hugh to sleep together. It worked fine when Hugh was away, but on his return she awoke at 4am and I was stressing for an hour over what to do 'omg, do I get the travel cot out of the shed?' Anyway after after the panic, I decided she should return to our bedroom for a while longer. Now she's well rid of her dummy (ditched about 2 weeks ago) and less snotty at night, I tried again - and it worked! Hugh didn't seem bothered either, which amazes me. It's so wierd looking in on them together side by side, like they are subconciously supporting one another. There's also the upside, the return of our bedroom at last, which means we don't need to creep in at 10pm and dive into bed for fear of waking her up. There's also access to the computer and a nice cosy chair to read in at leisure, it hasn't come too soon as the tv has been so rubbish lately. Ah bliss, a little chink of our pre-baby life returns, I have decided that I'm just one of those people that needs their own space!