We advocate crying

Sooo Bets has been growing a little attitude lately, Especially in the nighttime sleep department. Instead of going to sleep nicely like she used to, she has a little nap at bedtime and is up and ready to party a half an hour later. Also. She's been having trouble putting herself back to sleep between sleep cycles in the middle of the night. Last night i had to go in her room and stick a pacifier in her little beak no fewer than five times, at one-hour intervals. Not fun. So. Something had to be done.

I think if you don't have kids, it's hard to really understand just how gut-wrenching it is to have to hear them cry. Hell, maybe it's not even a parent thing. Maybe it's a mom thing. Those darned hormones again. Sneaky. I know before I had a baby I couldn't have cared less about a baby crying. Babies cry. That's what they do. Right? They're BABIES. Ain't no thang. Well. Let me tell you. It's a thang. It's a big big thang. Hearing your child cry and not remedying it is extremely terribly difficult. But. So is waking up every hour, on the hour, for five hours, several nights in a row. So. We must choose. Well, tonight was a big big night for the douds. We chose. We chose crying. That's right. In case you didn't already know. We're truly heartless. We plopped our awake, unswaddled, unpacifiered baby into a big empty crib and walked away. And then we waited. For three loooooooong minutes we waited. Employing the "Ferber" method we were allowed approximately one minute of comforting after three minutes, five minutes, and ten minutes of crying. And here's the good news! After the first ten minute interval, a miracle! That's right. Sleep happened! AND HOW!

So we're on the up and up over here tonight. Until she wakes up in an hour and we have to do it all over again. I'm cry-it-out's newest defender. Until then........gnight!

In unrelated news. This is my new niece Brooklyn. In a birthday hat.



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