Crossing Fingers, and Toes, and Arms, and Legs . . .

I hope that by memorializing this milestone in writing I am not jinxing myself, but, here goes:

Last night, for the first time ever, Oliver slept through the night, all night, in his own crib!

That’s right, last night I set my little dynamo in his crib at 8:30 and, after running laps, singing, and kicking his feet for about 20 minutes, he fell asleep on his own not to be seen or heard from again until 7:00 this morning!

This milestone has been such a long time coming for us. As anyone who has followed this blog knows, up until two nights ago, Oliver was co-sleeping for at least half the night, and waking up for reassuring cuddles at least three times a night, every.single.night. That means that it has been over thirteen months since this sleepy momma has gotten an uninterrupted night of sleep.

Whenever Oliver’s horrible sleep habits (and, his frequent night awakenings are just the tip of the iceberg) have come up in conversation, concerned friends/co-workers/virtual strangers have eagerly dispensed sleep-training advice — generally some variation of the cry-it-out method — insisting that “babies need to be taught to sleep.”  “It is hard,” they would say, “but, trust me, you are doing them a favor.” In the end, Vik and I ignored all of this well-meaning advice and decided that we would just do what came naturally to us, which was a combination of co-sleeping, having Oliver sleep in a crib next to our bed, rocking him to sleep, and, above all, always, always responding to his cries.

I am not sure whether sleep training would have solved all of our sleep problems a long time ago, but I suspect it would have at least cut out a number of the frequent nightly disturbances. Regardless, I have absolutely no regrets about our approach — it was absolutely the most comfortable choice for our family and I firmly believe that one day, Oliver will sleep through the night on a regular basis. Fingers, and toes, crossed that our “one day” started yesterday.

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1 Response to Crossing Fingers, and Toes, and Arms, and Legs . . .

  1. Mom says:

    I am glad he has finally slept through the night. I pray it is the first night of many, and I know you did the right thing for you, and Ollie, by handling his sleeping (or not) the way you did.
    See you all in 2 weeks.

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