I shouldn't have said it

Or rather typed it out, in this case.

Sure enough, last night was not a very good night of sleep.

Granted, he went down easily, and stayed down the first several hours of the night. But around 2:00am, he woke up a bit fussy. I tried to let him fuss for a bit, but I've found if I rush in and replace his pacifier before his fussing wakes him up, then most likely he'll pass back out. So just as he was on the brink of full out crying, I raced to his room as quietly as possible, felt around the crib for his pacifier, and snuck it back in his mouth without him seeing me.

Or so I thought.

15 minutes later he was wide awake and crying hard. I asked Todd to go in and replace his pacifier again, for fear of him seeing me another time and wanting to play.

So Todd went in and tried to soothe him for a few minutes. Well that didn't work, and Todd ended up having to pick him up and rock him for a bit.

About 15 more minutes later, Todd came back to bed and Nick appeared to be sleeping soundly in his crib.

Silly me.

He started fussing almost immediately. This time it was small intermittent cries, and sounded almost as if he was fighting sleep with tears. But after nearly 10 minutes, his fussing progressed further so I jumped up and ran in to rescue him.

I know, I know -- that's not sleep training...but it breaks both of our hearts to hear him cry and I just can't help it.

So I picked him up and rocked him in the glider for about 20 minutes. And at the end of those 20 minutes he was out like a light. So I placed him back in the crib and watched as he immediately rolled to his side -- his new favorite sleeping position.

I was certain he would wake up again, but I tiptoed back to our room, cursing the creaky old floors of our hallway, and plopped back in bed.

And within 5 minutes, I was passed out. And I'm pretty sure Nick slept the rest of the night, but at that point I was so exhausted that if he fussed at all, I didn't hear it.

This morning as Todd was kissing a half-asleep me goodbye, he told me that when he picked up Nick in the middle of the night, he instantly had several big farts. Which had also happened when I picked him up. So we both agreed his fussing was probably from gas, and the picking him up helped him squeeze out the air bubbles.

It was actually a fairly easy night compared to some we've had where Nick would wake up 40 minutes after going down and continue to do so the rest of the evening.

I'm planning on giving him some easy fruit (apples, pears or peaches) tonight for dinner because I've noticed he doesn't spit up with any of those fruits, and doesn't have gas with them. (Last night he had bananas for dinner and proceeded to have several banana burps - which stunk to high heaven - and should have been an indicator for his gas level). Then I'm hoping to take him on a nice long stroll around the neighborhood, so long as the weather stays fairly cool. Hopefully these combined items will help him sleep better.

Truthfully, I don't mind getting up in the middle of the night. Yes, I'm groggy, and yes I love to sleep, but as soon as I pick him up and he nuzzles his little face in to the crook of my neck and sighs his sweet little sighs as he drifts off to sleep, all becomes right in the world again, and the sleep doesn't matter quite as much.