Saturday he was again up for most of the day. Between our friend's son's birthday party and a trip to Sam's he got a 15 minute power nap in the car, but that was it. That night, even though I was still exhausted, we went for it. I moved all of his crib buddies to his new bed and we placed some pillows along the bottom of the bed as a barrier. All during the evening I kept talking about him sleeping in his big boy bed. We put him up there and he was going to town jumping around and laughing.
When it was bedtime I sat in the recliner in his room with him to read books. We got through two and then he copped down off my lap. I thought he was going to get another book, but he grabbed the stool and climbed up on the bed. I asked if he wanted to go to bed and he just laughed. So I did a final butt check, turned out the light, turned on the fan and started to rock him. He kept complaining about his nose, but I didn't have any wipes in there. When I thought he was asleep I put him on the bed and ran next door to the nursery to get a wipe for his nose. Before I could get back in there he was already coming out the door. Ugh.
This time J got him and sat in the recliner with him. He rocked him for 15 minutes and once he started twitching he placed him on the bed. I spent the next two hours obsessively watching the monitor to see if he was going to wake up yelling.
He moved around the bed, but he made it 11 hours through the night without a single peep. To say I was shocked is an understatement. I was convinced we would be up all night.
When he woke up I went and got him and told him how proud I was of him. I let him know he did such a great job and he was a big boy sleeping in his big boy bed. I was feeling good.
Then last night happened.
He was in the bed at 9:00 and when we went to bed at 10:15 he was still snoozing. That lasted another hour and at 11:15 he was sitting up and yelling. I went to check him since he drank so much before bed - I needed to make sure he wasn't soaked. He wasn't so I rocked him for a while and had him back in the bed at 11:45. By midnight he was yelling again. J went down this time because it looked like he was heading for the pillow barrier at the end of the bed. He rocked him for a while and on the monitor I saw him try to lay down with him in the bed. No dice. Andrew was yelling and crying. I went down to get him some tylenol (he has a bit of a cold), but when I tried to walk away he freaked. He wanted me and me only. So I took over and rocked him til he was out. He was back in bed and I was upstairs at 1:00. Unfortunately I had not slept at all up until this point due to my insomnia. I may have dozed slightly when he started crying again at 3:00 AM. That's when I threw in the towel. We both went downstairs and I grabbed all his stuff and put it back in the crib. J rocked him for a bit and put him down and I could hear him crying. J turned the volume on the monitor to the lowest setting and we let him cry it out. He gave up after 10 mins and went to sleep. I finally fell asleep close to 4:00, so I'm trying to function on two hours of sleep today.
To say I feel defeated is an understatement. I was so hopeful that the great night we had on Saturday meant good things. I know it's not going to happen overnight and it's most likely not going to be an easy transition. I've just been feeling down about my parenting abilities lately and last night let all the wind out of my sails. Between my not sleeping and his outbursts I am so exhausted, and I know that soon it is only going to be worse with a newborn in the house. It's giving me even more anxiety, which leads to even poorer sleep. It's a vicious cycle.
Our new plan of attack is to put him in the bed. He will have one or two chances to settle himself and then he will be put back into the crib to cry it out. We've already stupidly set the precedent that if he cries we'll come, so that's our fault and we have to break the habit. And unfortunately he doesn't seem to dislike his crib, so the threat of having to go back to it probably isn't going to work, but it's all we've got right now.
Right now the only thing keeping me going is the hope that Saturday night is the norm and last night was an anomaly. Now if only I could get J to stop snoring and could shut my mind off and get some sleep...