The good and bad old days...
We've made some significant progress on the sleep front with Cash. He is pretty much sleeping through the night consistently - 7pm to about 5:30 or 6am. There is still an occasional wake up once a night due to hunger, but after 7 months of multiple nightly wake ups, once a night is a slice of heaven.
There has been one other twist in the sleep saga though, and it makes this mommy kind of sad. Cash has started to squirm and wiggle so much when I attempt to rock him and sing him his lullabyes (since day 1 a trio of Indigo Girls songs which would make Ross groan about what kind of music I was exposing him to) that I have to put him in the bed and let him wrestle himself to sleep with me patting his back. He cries a bit, sometimes gets up on all fours but inevitably puts himself down much faster than me holding and rocking him. And it makes me sad. I was enjoying our time together in the evenings and I always enjoy singing some Indigo Girls. However, I guess it is progress from the time when he wouldn't let you put him down to sleep at all.
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