Rough first night.  Little P outlasted the sleep consultant's estimate by a good half hour.  I sat in the kitchen, hands shaking, decoupaging laundry clips, downing glasses of wine, eating too much carbs, while anxiously watching the whole thing unfold on the baby monitor.
I would have buckled if I was the one in the room with pnut.   His sad cries would have destroyed any conviction I had.  Fingers crossed tomorrow is a better day.