I didn’t want to jinx it, but Colt has been sleeping through the night. All week. With a nighttime feeding around 10 or 11 each night, he’s sleep through til morning with at the most, one little whimper that was settled with his pacifier.
All this week, when he’d take his evening nap, I’ve been putting him in his crib rather than the Pack n’Play in our room. Last night, we put him to bed there. With the monitor on.
I was up only once, at about 3am I think, gave him his pacifier and he was back out. He’s still sleeping now at 6:30am.
I have to admit, I was a little sad about it, but I know it’s the right move. Hearing his little breaths next to me was always so reassuring. And his little coos when he’d wake up. I’ll even miss his sumo kicks when he wakes up and is trying to get our attention.
And it means he’s growing up. He won’t be a baby forever. There are many more things to look forward to though. Like the first time we have to lower his mattress. Or the first time he escapes from his crib. The first time he’s able to crawl across our bed to wake up daddy. And all the nights we’ll read bedtime stories. And all of the “I’m thirsty”.
It’s the slowest fastest journey.