For the past two nights, Alastair has been letting us sleep. Alleluia! It seems that when he first came home, he hated being swaddled. He would squirm and wiggle until his arms came out, then start screaming bloody-murder.
Then, on Tuesday, following the advice of two books on baby-sleep, we tried again. He loved it, and allowed us to get 6 hours of almost uninterrupted sleep. Last night, we got 7 hours. He never cried once (that I heard), and Amanda had to wake me up to help change him (it turns out I swaddle tighter, so she likes me to rewrap him).
This morning I woke up refreshed and happy. Ahh, sleep.
Then I came to work. Dang.