The Dreaded Night Waking

If it seems that all of my posts concern the sleeping habbits of my young son -- that's right. Nothing like a little sleep deprivation to make a person yearn for the soft, fluffiness of their pillow.

Last night, JP woke up at 11 for his last bottle and then was supposed to sleep peacefully until morning. He slept, but woke up at 3 a.m. This is the third night in a row that this 3 a.m. waking has occurred. I was beginning to see a pattern and decided to stick my courage to the sticking place and break him of this unnecessary habit. I tried to comfort him without the bottle -- the kid weighs close to 22 pounds at 6 months, so he is in no danger of starving. It took an 1 1/2 hours to get the little man to sleep. I learned that I cope much better with crying during the day than I do at 3 a.m. in the morning. Thank heavens my husband was there for moral support. He finally went to sleep at 4:30 and slept until 7:30. The little stinker woke up smiling like nothing ever happened.

I am glad today went well. We had our naps on schedule with minimum fuss. Tonight -- so far -- everything is peaceful. But who knows what the future holds.