Wrecked.
As I have mentioned before, Falco has had stellar sleep habits for the past several months. He eagerly goes into his bed wide awake for naps and bedtime without complaint, that is until this past week. Last Saturday we took a big step and spent a night away from him. We were invited to a fancy wedding in Napa, and Matt’s parents came out to a visit and to stay with the boy while we were gone. They got here a couple days before we left to give Falco time to get comfortable with them, and then we went on our trip. He did great the 24 hours that we were away from him, and I was very proud of all of us. He and I had never been separated for more than two or three hours, so I thought we handled it well.
The day we got home, he was fine and went to bed normally. The next day, he wanted nothing to do with Matt’s mom. I guess he thought if she was there it meant that I might leave. Beginning that night, he started resisting going to bed in a major way. Now a week later, I still have to peel him off me to put him to bed while he is screaming and crying and reaching for me. Awful. I feel like a horrible human being for leaving him like that, but I don’t know what else to do. No matter how long I stay with him or try to comfort him, I have to leave eventually and the result is the same. I’m just hopeful that this will pass soon and he will go back to being Mr. Perfect at sleeping.
