We did it. We did what I didn't want to do. We made my sweet baby cry. it. out.
Gasp. I know, I know. It doesn't really mesh well with my quasi- attachment parenting style.
Do you remember my post though? Where I was worn out, worn down, and a little defeated by my barracuda baby? Where my baby was just plain ole' wearing my out? Well, I think part of that exhaustion, loneliness, and boredom was me. I think part of it was E weaning himself from me. And I think part of it was just being really, really tired. For the past eight months, I hadn't slept more than about 4 hours a night, give or take.
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I decided, (out of desperation) that it was TIME. Time to teach my baby how to soothe himself. Time to MAKE him get a full night's sleep that he desperately needed. And time for ME to rest.
So, we did it. Three nights was all it took. I would lay awake at 4 in the morning listening to him wail, and I would want to wail myself while my
On a normal night, it's 8:30- 8:00. Sometimes longer, sometimes shorter. But my baby's getting sleep, and he wakes up well rested and happy. This momma's getting sleep, and wakes up well rested and happy. Which makes a happy husband too, since I'm not a big ole' grump come afternoon.
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Do you know what else happened through all of this? Instead of needing to be bounced for 30 minutes while he got sleepy, he started pushing us away from him and wanting to fall asleep by himself in his crib...without us. He sucks on the trunk of his elephant lovey, or the corners of his favorite giraffe blankey and drifts off to sleep...by himself. Somehow he decided he didn't need us at all. Excuse me while I cry over my big boy growing up. :)