With no evidence (even verbal) that there was anything physically wrong with William. we decided to play Dr. Spock and let him cry as long as it took to go to sleep. We reasoned that he needs to learn to self comfort, and with us constantly going in there, that is not going to happen. We have not been so good at that 'tough love' in the past. It is not easy to sit back, or lie back, and ignore the screams of a pitiful two year old.
Tuesday night William cried, at the top of his lungs, from 7:30pm (when he was put down) to 1:30am. Not surprisingly, he was pretty hoarse the next day. Carly and I were not so thrilled either, listening to a crying baby and not doing anything to sooth them is not easy.
So last night we put the kids to bed. This time, like the previous night, we put Sophie in the play room, so William could scream his lungs out without necessarily waking her. She is a deep sleeper, and was being very good about all this. He started to cry, make excuses, bargain, and do everything he could to avoid bed time. But we were firm. Sure enough the crying began. But amazingly. Around 8pm it stopped. We suspected it was a short term pause, but it lasted. He did wake up a couple times in the night, but those lasted for only a few minutes. We slept until 6:45 when Sophie wandered out of the play room and opened out door.
I don't want to jinx it, but maybe we are on the road to regular sleep again.