It's Safe to Say, We have Arrived

One of my biggest concerns going into vacation last week was Sophia's night-time sleep habits. The cottage up on Caroga Lake is about 100 years old, has a huge wrap around porch and flagstone fireplace (which I love) and of course paper thin walls (which I don't love so much) that typify seasonal cottages that lack insulation. The walls are so thin that anyone on the second floor, no matter what bedroom they are in, can hear you unroll the toilet paper from the creaky roll in the bathroom. As you can imagine it is the kind of place that really brings a family together (luckily we all really like each other a lot). Unfortunately a crying baby is much louder than a creaky toilet paper roll. I worried that she would wake everyone up, resulting in grumpy and sleep deprived aunts, uncles and grandma and grandpa.

Perhaps it was the mountain air or the "training" we had done at home the week prior (letting her wake up and cry it out, while my husband and I laid awake on the other side of our folding screen partition waiting for her to fall asleep), but the first night in the cottage she slept through the night! I couldn't believe it. She woke up at 3am (her habitual waking time) stirred, made a few noises then put herself back to sleep. She kept this up for the rest of the week with the exception of Tuesday and Friday night.

Driving home Saturday, I wondered if her new sleeping habit would translate back home, or if it was a one time deal, solely the result of the mountain air and days filled with swimming. But she slept though the night on Saturday (8pm to 7:30am) and again on Sunday (8:30pm-8am) and then again last night (7:30pm to 7:30am). I think it is safe to say that sleeping through night eight out of the last ten nights means we have finally arrived (sigh of relief!); and that we don't have to re-arrange our whole apartment (super sigh of relief).