As much as I dislike immensely the Black Eyed Peas for their asinine lyrics and Fergie’s eyebrow piercing and marriage to Josh Duhamel, I can’t help but feel like tonight (and other nights) are going to be good, good nights. Last night certainly was.
Joshua went to bed around 8:00 and by 10:00, he was chattering to himself over the monitor. Dan and I braced ourselves for a long night. But that long night didn’t happen. Thank the Lord! WOOHOO!!
Joshua talked to himself throughout the night, but didn’t really wake up until 3:15 or 3:30. (I got up to pee at 3:30…which is another post all to itself…and looked at the clock. I think he’d been talking to himself for a little longer than that, though.) Anyway, since he was just talking, I didn’t go in to him at the 20 minute mark. I waited for him to get a little more urgent, and then I realized that he might be hungry because it was 4:00a.m. and he has a tiny tummy.
So, I grabbed a bottle from the fridge and fed him and he was pretty drowsy by the time he finished the bottle. He woke up when I laid him back down in the crib. I braced myself for disaster, and that disaster never came.
Seriously, he chattered for about 5 minutes and then he was out. Just like that. He slept until 7:45, and so did Dan and I. HEAVEN! Sweet, sweet, glorious, heavenly sleep.
I have no way of knowing if this has been the fastest, most successful “sleep training” (blech!) in the history of said training (and really, I know it’s certainly not the most successful…and probably not the fastest, either) but wow. That one night of torture and we’ve been sleeping better ever since. I can take that.
We’ll be putting the sleeping-better-at-night to the test as we take Joshua for a sleepover with his buddy C. Dan and K are going to the Georgia game and J and I are keeping the boys at home for a baby tailgate party. It’s BYOP (that’s Bring Your Own Puffs, for you laymen out there).
Hopefully, this doesn’t derail our new regimen and hopefully, we’re not starting all over again from square one on Sunday night. When I have to go back to work on Monday. Hopefully.