I haven’t decided if I’m playing yet. So.. the current status is no.
So, this morning I have been swamped with IMs… How did it go?
Well, the good was that Aiden stayed asleep in his bed for several hours. I’d put a gate up at the end of the bedroom corridor and a 2nd gate in the open doorway of the master bedroom.
And then daddy genes kicked in. Is it too cold in his room. Is he sleeping okay? What if the gate comes down? Will he fall down the kitchen stairs to the basement.
That’s right… he slept… I didn’t.
Somewhere between midnight and 1 I heard the crying. I suppose this is good because it would inevitably lead to me getting more sleep.
I wandered into his room. He was sitting up in bed crying. The “Where is everyone? Why is it dark?” cry. I picked him up. He quickly went limp on my shoulder. I moved the night light from the corridor back to the bathroom. I took down the gates. I got into bed. And he promptly climbed onto shimmeringjemmy‘s head.
At least she’d gotten a good couple of hours sleep going in as well.
So.. experiment 1 went as expected with the side effect of me suffering result anxiety.
Whether we try again tonight I’ll have to contemplate. This will probably occur at work and be followed by my office-mate waking me up.
Onward and upwards
*hugs* It sounds like a good first step. Of course, the really hard step will be to go in when he cries, comfort him … and then leave him there. That one can be traumatic! (For the parent, that is–the kids seem to survive it just fine.)
Don’t worry, Daddy, it will get better. And then you will discover that you have taught what has become a 45-lb four-year-old that the place to sleep is Mommy and Daddy’s bed. It is truly a wonder of the world how stubbornly these ideas settle into our childrens’ heads. If that stubbornness could be bottled we could power the Earth.