7:37 p.m.: Malachi is still crying loudly and as this is very unusual, Matt goes to check on him. He sings and rocks him, but Malachi continues to cry and arches his back in his arms. Matt decides there's nothing to do but put him back in the crib and let him cry it out.
7:40 p.m.: Nerves frayed and CIO willpower weakened over weeks of (relatively) tear-free sleep times, Matt goes to check on him again. He concludes that Malachi is simply not tired and brings him out to me.
7:41 p.m.: I know better. I sing and rock him until he is calm. I lay him down at the very edge of his crib, his head and feet touching the long sides. Before he can get too upset, I grab his brother who is groggily awake after all the commotion and set him down in his old place at the other end.
7:45 p.m.: Malachi, seeing his brother in his rightful place, coos his approval. My heart melts at the first real sign that he recognizes and loves his brother. They both drift to sleep peacefully, safely in sight of each other.
|Jaden and Malachi find themselves at the center of their crib every night even though Matt and I put them down on opposite ends. And yes, I realize this looks like a SIDS "what not to do" poster, but they won't sleep any other way.|
...10:12 p.m.: Jaden screams awake because in his dreams he has managed to travel to the other side of the crib, flip himself over and is ramming his head repeatedly into Malachi's, which is, of course, precisely why we got him his own crib in the first place.
And thus parenting. A frustration sandwich with a heart-meltingly gooey center of utter adorableness.