After all the blood, sweat, and tears in December, I thought we were on a roll. A little teething, a cold, a slight fever and it was back to square 1. Three nights ago, we recommitted. Nate got the CD player working, I gave the little one a bath, and we put him to bed. 51 minutes of screaming. An hour and a half of sleep. 23 minutes of crying. 2 hours of sleep. And so on and so forth.
It's now the third night and he's a quick study. The only sad thing was watching him fall back asleep with his head smashed against the mesh of his pack n' play (yes, this child has never slept in his crib. and yes, he still sleeps in the bathroom next to our bedroom. long story.)...
After assuring ourselves he was out like a light, we went back in and moved him to a more comfortable position, turned the music off, and took his teddy out. And it's been quiet ever since.
It's now the third night and he's a quick study. The only sad thing was watching him fall back asleep with his head smashed against the mesh of his pack n' play (yes, this child has never slept in his crib. and yes, he still sleeps in the bathroom next to our bedroom. long story.)...
After assuring ourselves he was out like a light, we went back in and moved him to a more comfortable position, turned the music off, and took his teddy out. And it's been quiet ever since.
Oh gosh. That is so sad. I know how it goes though. We are still trying to get Keelia back to sleeping well after our move. And it has been a month. Such is life, I guess. Good luck!
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