Sleep training, Night 1

It took 50 minutes of crying, but he went to sleep in his own crib, in his own room, without a boob in his mouth, with me at his bedside trying to look disinterested. Hopefully that was the worst of it. It actually hasn't been too bad so far. He got up to maybe a level 8 out of 10 wail, maybe a 9, but only for a few seconds, and it was followed by a lull.

It seems brutal somehow, but he already seems to be adapting. Hopefully the end of something means the beginning of something else - I think sleeping on his own will be better for everyone. Quinn will sleep better. Rebecca will sleep better.

I'm glad to be contributing to this enterprise too. Bless her soul for doing almost all the work, but I think Bec was about to impale herself on her sword on the path we were on.