Eventually, at around 15 months, Ben started sleeping though the night and didn't look back. When Caleb was born I was prepared again to not sleep, but even though I was prepared didn't make it any easier. I dug in my heels in and got ready for the long haul. For the first few months of his life he did short stretches that eventually became longer stretches. Right around six months he slept through the night for about a week straight. Then we went on vacation in August. He hasn't slept through again.
Typically he wakes up two or three times for about fifteen minutes for a quick snack. He wakes up, fusses, eats and settles in for another stretch. During the day he is on a really consistent sleep schedule, he falls asleep on his own and wakes up cheerful.
Last week however, was awful. Really, really awful. Throw the baby monitor across the room awful. He wanted to be up, playing. I wanted to be in bed snoring. He was winning and I was very, very, very tired. After three nights of not sleeping, I thought I was going to fall over from exhaustion (or at the very least punch my husband.)
But then, he slept. Long, long, long stretches. Only one wake-up. ONE.
Last night he slept again andon this fourth day of November I am so thankful for sleep. I am thankful for a Monday where I was able to stay awake all day without giving in and taking a nap. I am thankful for every precious second where I get to snuggle into my pillow and close my eyes. Tonight he might be up a lot again, who knows? At least I can continue to take comfort in the fact that Ben is now an awesome sleeper and one day Caleb will be too.
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