Whenever I happen upon something that seems to work, I get really attached to doing it exactly right the next night. And the next. No deviations. My standards are low. If something we do yields four hours in a row, it becomes our New Thing.
For a blissful little while we had a magic sleeping formula: 2 bricks and a Swaddle. It got Sam sleeping in his crib for 4-6 hours in a row. The bricks are under the head of his bed and the SwaddleMe is the miracle blanket that works for parents like me who can not for the life of them keep their babies swaddled using a blanket. I was so attached to this formula, I packed bricks with us to the hotel and when we spent the night at Dave and Sarah's.
And then overnight, he outgrew the SwaddleMe. I immediately ordered more but the day they came he decided he was over it and moved on to his next thing: flipping over on his belly in the swaddler. So for nearly a week we've been what I call regressing to the waking every two hours nonsense. And I am pretty much a train wreck. Until tonight. It's quarter to three in the morning and I got four hours in a row because he is sleeping peacefully on his belly with his little bottom sticking up.
I discovered his new thing during nap time today. He got quiet unusually fast so I went to check on him and found him flipped to his belly, up on his arms in a Cobra pose gazing at his Fishy mobile and grinning to himself and "talking" the fishies. A few minutes later I heard nothing. I went back to check and he was totally out. No fit, no fuss. And I loved him more.