For the past few weeks, Tea (20 months) has been sleeping through the night—sort of. He may cry a few times, but if I wait a few minutes, he goes back to sleep. It’s blissful.
This morning, at just past eight, I heard him jabbering happily in his crib, so I rolled out of bed and did a few stretches.
Then the jabbering turned to crying, so I hurried across the house to check on him.
I got to his door, and he opened it.
Sigh. His sister was much older when she figured out how to get out of her crib.
This is such a good example of why parenting young children is exhausting. You just get it figured out, and the moment you sigh with relief, it changes. And you’re doing it all on not enough sleep.
I do believe it gets better. We’re just not there yet.