it's the night of all nights....

Here we are.

Night #2 of the own room thing.

I'm a bit more nervous tonight.

Reason #1 - he didn't take an afternoon nap. So he is asleep right now. (it's 7:21)

Reason #2 - Hmm.. I don't have a reason #2.

But anyways - I took him into his room at 7p.m. After two hours of almost torture, trying to get him to stay awake. He didn't want the bottle, and he was too tired for a bath. I rocked with him for about 5-10 minutes then laid him down.

He cried...for about 3 minutes and has been asleep ever since.

It is 3:23a.m. I just got up for the first time. I had heard him whine a little bit earlier - but he went back to sleep. At about 3:05 I went in there, since he sounded pretty awake and mad, to check his diaper and make sure everything was okay. He was fine, changed him, gave him a couple ounces of the bottle and rocked him for about 10 minutes. I laid him back down, which he was not happy about, and left.

He cried......for about a minute and a half....and is back asleep.

So...so thankful...for my no good, terribly horrible very bad day that I had. for my parents that came over and helped with his room (and my dad for knowing when I just need to sit and cry). and to my Savior, for the forgiveness that I need on a daily basis, but especially for that day. Maybe...just maybe...one of my kids will have healthy sleep issues. (I say this as Bri is asleep on the foot of my bed after waking me up at midnight with the "worst dream EVER, Mom")


Will keep ya posted....