It has been a rough week in the sleep department. Monday night Dom woke up at 2am and was up until 4:00am. I don’t know why it seems like Monday nights are when we have that problem. Last night I went to bed praying he’d sleep through the night. When I heard him calling my name I was almost scared to look at the clock. Please don’t let it be 2am, please don’t let it be 2am, please don’t let it be 2am……….ahhh! 5:30am! Woo hoo! Yea, it’s been such a rough week that I was actually HAPPY that it was 5:30am. It was better than being woken up in the middle of the night and then being kept up until the wee hours of the morning.
Its times like these that make me terrified of changing him over to a big boy bed. At least now when I put him in his crib, he stays in there. With nothing keeping him in, how will I even get him to stay in his bed? He’ll just get out on his own and that will make those nights when he has to just tough it out and cry next to impossible. I know it has to happen at some point. And I know we are super lucky that he hasn’t tried to climb out of his crib, especially with how much he loves to climb and scale everything in his sight. My days are numbered. Maybe he’ll hang in there until he turns three?
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