After hitting rock bottom on Tuesday night with a two hour marathon scream session, we finally had a good night again last night. William slept on through 'til 7:15 this morning without waking in the wee hours to screech like a banshee.
(I have no idea if the good sleeping was related to the dose of Tylenol that David gave to him just before bed. However, I would like to point out that we gave him Tylenol two nights ago, and he still managed to cry for two hours.)
I tell you, this sleeping/non-sleeping/sleeping/non-sleeping business is enough to make you crazy. There is a raft of books about helping your child sleep, and I've read about a third of them (Weissbluth, Hogg, Ferber). And my friends have read the other two-thirds. And it seems like none of us can find The Solution. We all seem to have sleep issues with our babies. It seems like we'll just have to be happy with making the progress that we can make. Trial and error. Two steps forward, one step back. The old college try. Insert your favorite cliche here. Blah blah blah.
I guess I am just going to be thankful that William usually does sleep through the night. And I hope that last night was the beginning of another good stretch of sleeping. David and I are too old to pull all-nighters on a regular basis. Do you know how long ago we were in college, after all? Heck, I rarely even pulled all-nighters back then. I learned in a biology class that your brain needs sleep time to rehearse the information that you have been studying, and I used that as an excuse to sleep at least a few hours before every test.
If you logged eight hours of consecutive sleep last night, count your blessings. 'S all I'm sayin'.