At midnight Noah woke up. It was a little unusual for a wake up at that time, but we were in a new place and he wasn't in his bed. Prior to this trip Noah was falling asleep in his own bed around 7:30 by himself. No rocking, nursing or soothing, we would just lay him down and he was out. Which is what the big problem was in the hotel, we couldn't just lay him down and leave. So at midnight when he awoke, I nursed him and held my breath while hoping he would drift right back to sleep. No such luck.
At 3:00am, Josh finally went back downstairs carrying a screaming baby to fetch the stroller from the loser cruiser. We decided this was best since he had been pulled over by security already for roaming the parking lot. I then cuddled back up with Meredith trying to soak in the hour and half of sleep we had left. We had to be up at 5am to catch our flight. At quarter to 4, Josh rolled in a tuckered out Noah into the room. I lifted my head up to tell him under no circumstances was he to move that child out of the umbrella stroller, and that my friends is where he slept.
Finally passed out!
Now, Noah will not sleep now without screaming when he sees his bed. He has been rocked or strolled to sleep everynight for 7 nights, he has been sleeping in a miniature baby bed in a room with 4 other people for a week, why would he just go back to peacefully sleeping in his bed? I know it takes time to get back on schedule. Let's just hope it is sooner than later.