Sleep Training Night #1

I did a few things to prepare.
I put a humidifier in Greyson's room to act as a white noise machine. I didn't want his sleep too disrupted if at all possible.
I took some time to tell JackJack, during his last bottle, that tonight is the night he sleeps through the night like a "big boy." Poor kid, he's only 5 months old and I'm already using "you're a big boy now" with him. Anyway, I needed him to know that just because I wasn't coming in to soothe him at night didn't mean I didn't love him. He seemed to understand. I said it a few more times... obviously my guilt in overdrive here.
So... Jack went down at about 6:30 p.m. Before you judge me and how early he goes down let me tell you that HE CHOOSES his bedtime. I swear to you that I try to keep the kid awake... hoping for a 7 p.m. bedtime... but he doesn't make it quite yet. OK... so, he went to bed at about 6:30 p.m.

1st wake up at 11:50 p.m. I heard him start to fuss so I set my timer for 10 minutes. He never did anything more than fuss alot, so when the timer went off I set it for 10 minutes again. At the end of THAT 10 minutes he was crying so I went in, shooshed him a little, stroked his head a little... then he REALLY started to cry (as in to say "don't tease me bitch, pick me up or hit the bricks!")... so I popped his binky in his mouth (I am really trying not to use the binky b/c I don't want another binky addict in the house... but you have to choose your battles, right?) but he spit it out about 30 seconds later. I left the room. He cried for another 2 minutes maybe and then settled down a bit and then fell asleep. All in all that round went about 25 minutes.

2nd wake up at about 5:15 a.m. All I heard coming out of his room was some babbling... so I didn't go in there. This would have been an acceptable time for him to want to eat, since it was about 11 hours since he last ate... so I was willing to go in there and get him. However, since he wasn't crying... just "talking" I didn't. He was falling back to sleep or just resting until I left the house at 6 a.m. I instructed my husband that he is to feed him if he starts to fuss.
I felt a bit sad seeing the little dude in the monitor just hanging out in his crib this morning... wondering if he has given up hope that we will ever come in there to get him. Was he thinking "why even cry? they're not gonna come in here..." OMG... the shit I come up with in my head that makes me so sad....

That was it for night 1. Can you believe it? So far all of the things I have read say that it gets easier over time, so I hope that is true and that it doesn't get worse before it gets better at my house.

Stay tuned.