my beautifully, huggably, pudgy baby weighed in at 18 pounds 10 ounces last week at his doctor visit. he's healthy and strong. in fact so healthy and strong the dr. says he should be sleeping through the night by now. so i asked how long i could expect out of him.
ten hours he said.
the wheels in my brain came screeching to a halt!
10 hours!
he's waking every 2-3!
after i absorbed this i turned to my sweet little chunk and as he squealed with delight i told him his life was about to change!!
i'm sure he is not a fan of the doctor anymore! he is responsible for those horrible shots and for his comfy little life of pleasures being turned upside down!
that very night was night 1! a very long and emotionally painful night. but with the hope of soon having a full nights sleep i stuck to my guns and survived it!
night 2. not as bad as the first. we had some crying but more sleeping than crying.
night 3. like night 2.
night 4. good. he woke once and fussed a little then went back to sleep. i fed him when he woke after it had been about 9-10 hours!
night 5. bad. he was stubborn and determined-i gave in and fed him. i felt like a failure. it was all lost now!
night 6. very good night again. he woke once for about 30 seconds, then put himself back to sleep. the second time he woke the dad soothed him and he quickly fell back asleep.
night 7. bad night-maybe this isn't going to work.
night 8. very good night. not a peep from 8pm till 4:30 am! maybe it will work.
night 9. okay night. slept till 2:30. he woke and did some screaming. the dad was able to put him back to sleep. it took about 10 minutes but he did it.
and so it goes. we are not going all night yet but we are getting there.
now somebody needs to teach me to sleep through the night!