So on Friday night, I tried for about an hour to get Jamie to go to bed. He just didn’t want to/didn’t feel well, and was getting more and more upset and angry as I tried to soothe him to sleep.
Finally I couldn’t take the shrieking any longer, so I set him down in his crib and walked out of the room. This is exactly what parents are supposed to do when they get frustrated — set the baby down in a safe place and leave to take a breather. I set the timer for 15 minutes (yes, 15… I was pretty frustrated) and by the end of it, he was lying down in the crib, still crying, but not standing at the edge of the crib and hopping like a monkey, like before.
I decided to give it another few minutes and see where it was leading. And at the end of five minutes, he had fallen asleep. This was 8:45 p.m.
This may not seem like a big deal to you, but to me, it is one of only a few times (literally… you can count it on one hand) that he has fallen asleep without a parent rocking/bouncing/soothing him to sleep. Crying yourself out is a crappy way to fall asleep, for sure, but apparently he actually can do it when he’s tired enough.
And after that, he stayed asleep until 4:20 a.m.! That is seven and a half hours in a row!! He semi-awakened twice during that period but both times self-soothed back to sleep.
Saturday night was a very different story, though. I got him to sleep, laid him down, and he woke back up. Instead of picking him up and re-sleeping him, though, I let him cry again. This time it only took about 5 minutes before he fell asleep.
He woke up about 2 hours later. We decided to let him cry and see if he’d fall asleep again on his own. It took maybe 3o minutes, but he did. It was dreadful, listening to him shriek.
About an hour later, he woke again. I tried for 40 minutes to get him back to sleep, and then Doc tried for about two hours. Finally he took him downstairs and we let him crawl around in his play area for a little while. Eventually I was able to get him back asleep. This was like 3:30 in the morning.
When we got up in the morning, we realized that at some point he’d vomited in his crib.
We felt absolutely awful about the whole night.
Last night we didn’t cry it out. And he skipped his second feeding. Slept straight through from 12:30 to 6:30. Go figure.
Here are some recent photos.