Yesterday, after reading all your comments on my last post, and contemplating the sheer inanity of having so little evening time to myself (and my work and the housework…), I decided that we would try a new course with Minnow. Fish and I discussed it and we agreed that after we put her down at night, when she woke up we would do our best to comfort her in her crib as long as it wasn’t escalating to screaming. If screaming commenced, we would pick her up, calm her down, and put her back down. We would try this for some gradually increasing number of hours (starting with 2) and then resort to co-sleeping so that we could all get *some* sleep.
So last night when I put Minnow down in her crib, I was prepared for a long couple of hours in a battle of wills. It was later than usual (9 pm) because she’d had a lot of energy and took a long time to wind down and go to sleep. After I put her down, I decided to screw work for the evening and just read in bed (OK, I did read my textbook) for the few minutes I might have to myself.
At 10:30, 1.5 hours later, no noise had emanated from her room, yet when I checked she was still breathing. I read a little more (for fun) and then went to bed.
At 11:45, Fish came to bed.
At 12:30, I couldn’t stand it any more. Was she still alive? I couldn’t sleep for thinking about her. I got up and tiptoed into her room where she seemed to be restlessly sleeping. All was well and as I started to leave, she sat up in her crib, facing away from me, quiet.
Would she have played for a bit and gone back to sleep on her own without my help? I don’t know. Because I did a Bad Thing (in the eyes of some, I’m sure). I picked her up, hugged her close, brought her back to bed with me and nursed her to sleep. She woke unusually early this morning, but cheerful and babbling. Right now, she’s asleep in her crib for her nap. (I should be writing tomorrow’s lecture).
I don’t know what to make of it.
(But I promise a non-sleep related and non-picture post at some point soon.)