Last night was a brutal one...it was Connor's first night in his own room and his new big boy bed.
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He was doing really well until about 1230, he'd slid out of bed with his legs dangling and his head and chest still on the bed, but he woke up and crawled back into bed and went back to sleep. He woke up one other time, tossed and turned, and went back to sleep. But, for whatever reason when he woke up at 1230 he sat straight up in his bed and started crying and calling "daddy, daddy."
So I went up there to calm him down and I think he realized right away that I wasn't coming to get him, but to get him back to sleep. So he started pouting, and sobbing. Big chest racking sobbing. I swear, the look he was giving me was like I was dropping him off at the orphanage and he'd never see me again. It broke my heart.
I finally got him somewhat calmed down by laying down next to his bed and he had the kung-fu grip holding onto my finger.
After about 20 minutes of this he fell back to sleep. Or so I thought, cause the minute I moved to get up he was awake again and sobbing "daddy, daddy." So we went through this two more times, the third time I was actually able to get up, leave the room, and head downstairs to pour myself a drink.
I'd no sooner sat down then he woke up and started balling his head off again, so this time I brought him back down to us and put him in his crib and he was out like a light. Slept in until 930.
We'll try again. Lord, give me strength.
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