Shenanigans

For the past month S and I have been working really hard to get Ezra to sleep better.  I finally night weaned him and S has been handling all the middle of the night wake ups because Ezra is much less likely to throw a fit for him.  We went back to the pedi to get him back on reflux meds because he just isn't growing out of his reflux like most kids do by now.  He hated the new meds and it was drama drama drama to get him to take it each night; he spit most of it out no matter what we tried.  So, the pharmacist at People's was cool enough to try mixing several different flavors for us until we found one that masks the acidic taste of the meds.  Marshmallow flavor seems to be the winner.  Then, we dramatically cut down on the dairy and gluten in his diet (made more difficult with Eliza still being a vegetarian) because the pedi said those tend to be the main triggers of reflux past age 1.  Once we felt confident that physically he was feeling better, we focused on getting him to fall asleep on his own.  Luckily he didn't fuss too much and for two glorious nights he slept for 6 hours straight- the most he's EVER slept in a row.  I felt like we had finally made it to the parenting promised land; I was so happy we'd be getting more sleep. 

Wednesday night I put Ez in his crib drowsy but awake and walked away.  I expected him to cry for 5 minutes or less and then fall asleep.  I went into Eliza's room to read her stories.  After a couple of minutes of crying, I hear Ezra's door open.  I was annoyed that Scott must have gone in to check on him, since that wasn't part of our new sleep plan.  I walk out into the dark hallway and there's Ezra.  Scott thought I had gotten him out of bed.  We were both dumbfounded; it was like he was a ninja.  We had no idea how he had gotten out of the crib and opened his own door.  I thought maybe he had stood on his teddy bear for a boost.  We took the bear out, put him back in his crib and turned off the light while we hid to watch him.  He climbed out of the crib in 5 seconds- tops- like it was the easiest thing in the world.  Thank goodness he didn't get hurt. 

So, it looks like we're shopping for a toddler bed this weekend and that sleeping through the night is just out of reach once again.  For the past two nights he's been sleeping on his mattress on the floor and waking up 2 to 3 times a night.  Two steps forward, one step back.  He'll sleep through the night before prom, right?