I hesitate to start off by saying that maybe, just maybe, things went a little easier last night, because you know that if I were to say that (and not that I am), tonight would be an all-night scream-fest. So, uh, let’s just hypothetically say that although there may still have been hours (yes that would mean multiple hours) of crying, there may or may not have been overall less crying. Maybe.
There were, however brief, two different occasions where Owen did eventually wind down enough to…wait for it…fall asleep on his own. Owen may not like the new regime in place for bedtime, but I think that if kept up, we may actually be on the road to an end destination of a Peaceful Evening lasting more than 2 hours (slogan: “keeping your sanity alive since 2006 by reminding you that you were once a real person with outside interests and abilities not involving the whims of a 32 inch dictator”). I will say that yes, this has been really difficult, but I honestly don’t think I had the fortitude necessary to follow through on this previous to the 18/19 month mark. I’m in awe that there are people who can (and do) sucessfully institute crying it out to get their baby to learn to put themselves back to sleep at a much younger age. I am not saying that I think that’s wrong at all–I just would have been a mess if we had tried this with Owen at the 6 month mark.
Amazing what another year of sleepless nights and restless evenings will drive you to.