This past week we decided to sleep train Grant. It was time. He's almost 9 months old and was still sleeping in our bed half of the night. So I talked with the part-time assistant and my boss and we picked out a full week where I would stay home from work. I was excited for a break! A whole week! Just me and my Grant. But the closer and closer it got, the more nervous I became. I had heard horror stories about sleep training. Hours of crying babies, days with no sleep.
So I bought that Ferber book, and you know what... having a baby that never sleeps more than 20 minutes and needs to be rocked to and during that sleep doesn't leave much time for reading. ..
So the night before we started (Thursday) I stayed up and skimmed the important chapters for Grant's particular problems.
My mom stocked my fridge with caffeine.
We got blessings.
And then the sleep training began.
It wasn't as bad as I had expected. Yes, there were tears - Grant's as well as my own.
The first night was a lot of crying, but he only woke up once (which my mom laughs at, but for us that was huge. Before he was waking up 2-5 times each night).
But we survived that first night! And then that next day he took two 1.5 hour naps. On his own.
Now he goes to bed on his own (!) in his own room (!) in his own crib (!), he doesn't have a paci (!), doesn't get up to eat during the night (!), AND sleeps through the night! AND has a nap schedule. AND he has two teeth. So we are feeling pretty good over here :)
This past week was hard.
There was lots of this:
But there was even more of this:
And especially this since we were at my parent's house A TON (Holly and my Dad are the two people that Grant is ALWAYS happy for, so the grouchiest parts of the day were spent over there!)
I learned a lot this week about being a stay at home mom. Number one being that it is so hard. Number two being that there is nothing in the world I'd rather be doing!