I expected screaming, fighting, tantrums. I was prepared for that, I knew the first few nights would be hellish. So the first night I was ready, I grabbed my Ipad, duvet and supplies to keep Logan occupied, I know right, as if trying to get Connor to sleep happily and peacefully in his own bed in his own room wasn't hard enough, I had to do it with a twelve week old in toe! Logan was in quite a subdued mood, he always is after his bath, so I placed him into his bouncy chair in Connors room and let Connor have a little mooch around for a short while, he doesn't spend a lot of time in his room so I wanted him to get used to being in there, I took him a warm milk up that I put into his bed along with his doddies and sat on the floor next to it and proceeded to read a bedtime story, I was soon joined on the floor by my first born and by the time I had finished his third story he was near sleep. I gently coaxed him onto his bed, I wanted it to be his idea, he picked up his bottle and fell fast asleep before it was drank! Now came the hard part, getting out! I had to get myself, Logan and my quilt out of his room without waking him, I can't say I was quiet, in fact the quieter I tried to be the more noise I made, knocking things over dropping things but Connor was sound! I had been in there an hour in total, not bad for a first night! I expected waking and crying but the two times he did wake he soon settled himself and went back off to sleep, I didn't see him until eight the next morning!
It has been a week now, bath and bed by seven, he listens to one story and he is fast! I guess he was ready or he knew it was time but I can't believe how well he has adapted, I am so proud of him and I think we all sleep better for it. I am knocking on wood as I write this but I really have been pleasantly surprised at how easily Connor has gotten used to sleeping alone.