Ugh. Well, they said it would get worse before it gets better, and they were right.
Last night Rose started crying around 10:30. (Seriously?!?) I had already been asleep, but her crying was loud enough to wake me up despite the two closed doors between us and despite the white noise machine in our bedroom. Mike waited 10 minutes, then 15, then she was asleep before the 20-minute check. Whew.
Mike came to bed around midnight, and then Rose started crying again some time after that (but I didn't look at the clock, so I don't know when it was).
"Is she okay? Do we need to check on her?" I asked him.
"She's fine," he replied.
It felt like the crying went on for hours and hours, so I asked Mike again, and again he reassured me that she was fine. I figured he was taking care of the nighttime checks so I eventually fell back asleep myself, assuming that my sense of time at night just must be grossly off, and hoping that I was just dreaming about crying and that it wasn't actually happening.
Well, this morning I asked Mike when she woke up an how long she cried and he had no idea what I was talking about! Not only did he sleep through her crying (with the monitor on his side of the bed), but he also slept through our conversations! Poor Rose.
We'll see how it goes with sleep tonight.
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