I could be wrong because we put him downstairs, and we slept upstairs because he's harder to hear that way. And if you are thinking about judging me for banishing my babe to the basement for even half of a second -all I have to say is Karma will get you. It's fact.
It wasn't the first night that he down there, but usually I hear him when he wakes up. At 12. At 2. At 4. Last night I didn't. Not a peep. I woke up this morning to birds chirping and an alarm clock that said 5:30, and then I had to go stand by his door just to make sure he was still breathing. He was. And he slept for another 30 minutes. YAY!!
(Let's hope this Celebratory post doesn't jinx me, as every single happy that he slept post I have written in the past, has. Hmm. Do I dare hit publish!?)