Restless

It was a restless night in our house. Duncan fell out of bed once, and after he was tucked back in, he proceeded to spend the better part of the night whining/moaning/crying/talking. I got up at least 3 times to check up on him, and he was fast asleep each time. Once his feet were threaded through the bars, up against the wall. Once his face was smashed into the side rail, like a prisoner. Sometime toward morning he got up and wandered into our bedroom before Jamie ushered him right back to his. Sometimes, I feel like he'll never sleep straight through the night again like he used to. We still have some good nights; Saturday night he didn't make a peep between 7:30 p.m. and 6:30 a.m. I guess the sleep deprived nights are more memorable. It's ironic as I watch Marcie and Roger going through their own sleeping issues with Ben and keep saying "It gets better." I guess better is relative. When you're child had been sleeping like a champ and then stops, it's hard to remember that it's still better than nightly feedings every two or three hours. Wish us luck tonight.