After Baby Beeton's incredibly ridiculous sleep regression of late, he has finally been settling down into a more predictable, less hair pulling inducing routine. And, the past two nights?
He. Slept. Through. The. Night.
Not once did we go into his room to soothe, sing, or rock. He cried out and settled himself. We stayed warm under the covers. It was glorious.
It's amazing what eight straight hours of sleep two nights in a row after, literally, twenty-one months without such consolidated sleep can do for your mindset.* Again, I'll refer to Pete and Trudy.
In any case, I'll end this post with the hashtag #throwbackthursday - an early sleeping picture of the baby.
Keep sweeping, Martha
* You may think that I'm exaggerating this statistic. I am known to do that. But, this one, dear readers, is accurate. There were three or four nights in the past twenty-one months where Baby Beeton had fairly consolidated sleep, but we did not. Usually, this was due to one of three reasons: 1) we couldn't sleep because he was sleeping, 2) Ella was throwing up (she has a delicate constitution), 3) Metro Connect, which comes to pick up our neighbor every morning at 4:45 am, decided to wake us with its infernal, back-up bleating. How am I so sure of these facts? I have three notebooks filled with sleep logs from the past twenty-one months. Yes, I'm crazy. I know.
