He gets the sticker for sleeping in bed, but it's not an indicator of how Aiden went down. Ryan perfectly described the bedtime bawling one night when he said, "I wish the world wasn't ending every night." Even though Aiden was ending up in his bed, we had to endure at least 10-15 minutes of crocodile tears and heart wrenching cries. I usually couldn't listen....just made me too sad.
But last week we made some strides and tears lasted less than a minute, multiple nights in a row. (This was a huge blessing because Ryan was out of town all week, and I didn't know how I was going to get through the bedtime crying by myself.) I can't believe I'm writing this because I'm sure I'm going to jinx myself, but, Sunday night, for the first time in what feels like forever, there were no tears. Not a single one. Silence never sounded so beautiful as we walked out of Aiden's room. We had less than a minute of crying Monday and Tuesday and today we had the same peaceful evening that we had on Sunday.
So, maybe the world has quit ending every night? I would really love that. Here's to hoping this lasts....and here's your chance to admire Aiden's sticker chart.