Oh how quickly you forget certain aspects of parenting, even the lessons learned from stories you still currently tell.

An example of this?

When Matthew was 4-5 weeks old, he was not sleeping well and hated the pack and play. One night, we ran out of diapers in our room so I took him into the nursery to get more. I put him in his crib, crying of course, and within a few seconds, he was asleep. I stood there watching him for a minute before returning to our room, minus the baby, and declaring to B that Matthew had officially moved out of our room – all on his own.

Did I learn from that?

Hell no.

Fast forward to now. Bryson has hated the pack and play for a couple of weeks now. He’s not sleeping, and I’m not sleeping. I haven’t recognized myself in days, and picked an awful fight with B for no reason, other than what we assume is a severe lack of sleep (B forgave me). No one has been happy.

So yesterday, with a very fussy baby in my arms, I said, “I’ve had it, I need to sleep. I’m trying the nursery and crib tonight.”

And this happened:

Apparently, I learned nothing the first time around! At least, I didn’t remember what I’d learned the first time around. I triumphantly told B today that if we have a third baby, that he will be in our room the first two nights, and then he graduates to the nursery.

And I mean it!

(By no means was last night perfect, but I got sleep in 2 hour chunks which is more than I’ve gotten in weeks!)