Last Sunday night was a first. I went to book club & left B at home with his daddy. Not just at home, but awake. At night. That's the first. I normally put B down & go late to book club or whatever event I have (doesn't happen but once a month or so), but on Saturday I will be gone from around 3:30pm until early morning on Sunday. Because of this, we used Sunday as a 'trial run'.
It did not go well. At least not at first.
I left at 7pm. I gave kisses & waves & B waved back. I was so nervous, I hit my rear view mirror on the garage door (shh, don't tell my husband!). Our plan was for Mike to just go through the bedtime routine & then offer a bottle (yes, a bottle, even at 15 months old) of almond milk or a bottle of water (I suggested he have both ready). Apparently, it didn't work like we'd hoped. Mike texted me around 8:15, saying 'he's not happy... wouldn't drink either & has been crying for 3 minutes with his seahorse on." We decided to let him be for a bit, since obviously he wasn't going to calm down with water or almond milk. I'm sure it was hard for him to comprehend that I wasn't there- I'm always there, especially at bedtime.
A little later they called me. B was saying "mama, mama!" Apparently he made Mike (by pointing) show him every room to prove that I wasn't there. They even looked in the garage, where my car wasn't.
By 9:19, he was asleep. Relief! Mike just let him hang out for a bit & then he snuggled in & acted as though he'd sleep, so Mike put him down. Now, he did wake up at 12:50am, & I nursed him back to sleep... so we're still not in the clear for Saturday, but we'll give it a try. I'll be in Chicago for a bachelorette party & B will be at home with his grandparent's. I'll keep my fingers crossed.