Crying it out Day 2
I went into this evening with a healthy sense of trepidation. This was either going to go one of two ways. Either his experience from last night would work in my favor and he would give up in the same amount of time or he would say you know what mom? I am bad ass and you aren’t winning this one.
We ended the evening as we always do, change into jammies, read a few dozen books, bottle then bed. He ate well for both dinner and his last bottle of the evening so I did not as I sometimes do try to feed him a 10 pm or later bottle.
1 am he was up.
I went in and checked on him, picked up him and rocked him for about 5 minutes. Returned him to his crib which set off the fireworks and took up my post on the glider in his room. I did not like the idea of being out in the hallway unable to see him if god forbid he actually was in some kind of distress beyond just being pissed off at me.
He screamed, ear piercingly for about 15 minutes. Then he quieted down, of course at this point he was still awake just not trying to burst my ear drums. This also meant as I quickly figured out that I was trapped. I couldn’t leave while he was awake. This was a mistake in planning. I’m not really sure how I could have done it better. Except maybe to set myself a seat closer to the door. The glider in his room is of course as far away from the door as you can get and I have to walk right by his crib to get out so that wasn’t going to happen.
So I sat there, listening to him breath hoping that he had settled enough that I could sneak out like the stealthy ninja I have become.
I uncrossed me legs and held my breath, no movement from his holiness. I moved my hands onto the arm rests of the chair preparing them to brace my weight …. wimper wimper … SHIT.
I take my arms off the arm rests and resume my statuesque appearance. Another 10 minutes or so and he had drifted off enough to where I could sneak out of the room and back into bed. All total from time he got up until I got back into my bedroom was 33 minutes.
I count that as successful. He then slept until 7:30 in the morning.
I’m feeling good about this at this point. I’m hoping that another few nights of this and we will be back on the track we were before sickness, teething and growth spurts ruined my world.
