We've been dealing with yet another major cold in our household, and once again, this one held Malcolm pretty tightly in its grip. He still has a chesty cough and crusty nose, but luckily, he didn't develop a fever and his appetite was unaffected. His sleeping gets rough when he's feeling under the weather, which is a challenge even when everyone is feeling well.
However, for the past few daytime naps, I noticed that he needed less of my intervention. Our usual routine is for me to put him in his crib where he plays happily until he cries, then I come in and rock him to the point where he is almost asleep before I put him down again and he drifts off. I started to observe that when he called me in to rock him, he had his soother in his mouth. Then, yesterday, he didn't call me at all. He made a few unhappy noises, but nothing panicky. I snuck in a few minutes later, and there he was, fast asleep, all on his own.
I think I heard the angels singing.
To be fair, he has been doing this at night for a few weeks (until interrupted by a cold), but this is a harder sleeping situation. He is less tired, the room isn't dark and there's usually quite a bit of noise in the house.
This morning, I tried to repeat the performance and.... he drifted off on his own. We'll see what the next few days hold!
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