That's right. I don't care that it's only been a little while, I'm going to talk about it. That it's so recent a development that releasing it to the world may very well be asking for terrible karma to ruin it.
Hayden is back to sleeping through the night. In his bed. All alone, except for when Oscar decides to sleep on the accompanying loveseat. He walks into his room when he's supposed to go to bed, no muss-no fuss. He gets into his bed, where we have a debate for about 10 seconds regarding the current whereabouts of his blanket, as well as where he'd LIKE his blanket to be. I make sure he has his pup-pup, kiss him, promise him to leave the door open so he doesn't get scared, and I walk away. I WALK AWAY.
This may seem a trivial accomplishment to some. To those, I say you don't have children OR you don't have a child that, at the tender age of two, has survived one deployment, several bouts of senseless vomiting, one move across the world followed by 2 months of traveling and one more move into your very own Toy Story-themed room. If you think adults have trouble adjusting to separating from the Army, finding jobs, starting school and moving twice...try being the child in the middle of all that. Which is why I do not fault Hayden a single SECOND that he's been awake instead of asleep.
We have progressed and it has not been easy. As a newborn, Hayden flat refused to sleep and I just did not get it. I did everything imaginiable and he just wouldn't do it. Except sometimes during the day. So with due diligence and an unreasonable amount of caffeine, I got him in a schedule. And at six months that schedule was three two-hour naps a day and sleeping through the night for 11-12 hours. This went on virtually every day for six months, until we dropped one nap. At one year old, Hayden was taking two two-hour naps a day and sleeping 12 hours through the night. This went on for some time, and changed when I started working of course. He got a two-hour nap at school, sometimes a quick hour when we got home from work and school, and then still about 10 hours straight through the night.
I'm not sure when it happened or why, but I believe it was in the fall of 2010 that Hayden started waking up in the middle of the night again. Changing seasons, growing pains, packing our house...whatever it was, Hayden would go down at 8, wake up at 10 and refuse to go to sleep until 12. Or he would go down at 8, wake up at 2am and stay up one to two hours. This makes for tired moms and dads. By the time we left Germany we were just getting through the days the best we knew how.
We expected transition issues when we moved. Hayden slept 30 minutes of a 9-hour flight, which turned out to be most helpful in keeping him on a normal, east coast sleeping schedule. The first 4 days we were in North Carolina he took a two-hour nap and slept mostly through the night. We patted ourselves on the back. Then we went to Virginia to visit family. Hayden's WHOLE life he has slept in pitch black darkness. No nightlight. No cracked door. Not a sliver of light coming in. This of course is not available everywhere one travels. So began the mom-and-dad-laying-down-to-put-him-to-sleep. Which is something we've never done and had no intentions of doing so, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
Once we were settled in at Gloria's, we had to lay in the twin bed with him to get him to sleep. Sometimes he moved to the crib, sometimes stayed in the twin bed. The crib which of course, had to be turned into a toddler bed because he could climb out of it. In addition, we took away the pacifier two months before we moved from Germany. A necessary evil, but what I wouldn't give some nights for him to have that to help him get to sleep! We have to grow up sometime though, all of us. If he slept in the twin bed he'd often roll out of it, so I usually ended up going to bed with Hayden at 830pm and staying there, or making my way back in there when he inevitably woke up in the wee hours of the morning.
In February, we moved to our apartment and set up Hayden's room first thing. This began our "new" process. Of starting over. We would put him to bed, but have to lay down in the floor and talk him into bedtime. After a week or two of that, I graduated from the floor to the loveseat, but often spent most of the night in there because I'd fall asleep in that warm, dark sanctuary for sleep we created. After nights of this, I moved to the outside his open door. Creepy, yes, but at least I got to watch tv and not go to sleep at a child's bedtime in a dirty house.
At some point two weeks ago, we said it was bedtime and he just marched into his room. A few requests for juice or potty, locating pup-pup and figuring out the blanket, but he was asleep in NO time. Actual minutes in single digits. Of course, I thought this to be a fluke and claimed no victory over my two-year-old sleep terrorist. But when it happened three nights in a row, I started to think this could be for real. And last week I realized...wait. I haven't gotten up in the middle of the night IN DAYS. It's been over two weeks, and he's going to bed, staying there and I don't have to go to bed at 8pm. Excited? Understatement. Accomplished? Beyond belief.