Finally, at seven twelve, he started to eat. A lot. He guzzled milk for a half an hour before I stopped him and layed him in his crib. That was at seven forty-two. He was awake, and he flopped around in there, whining and babbling for three minutes. I shushed him until he got quiet , and then I ducked out of his view. I layed on his floor, wihtout moving, for ten minutes, and after I hadn't heard anything for awhile I slowly peeked up at him. Sleeping!
I army crawled out of his room and haven't heard a peep since. He put himself to sleep, and I saw it with my own eyes. Amazing.
2 comments:
SUCCESS! Way to go, Megan (and Mason!). I would have loved to see your army crawl. :)
I hope this does the trick every night!
Good job mama! And woo-hoo!
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