I've always known that our time would come, but at 4 and a half months I thought maybe we had stealthily snuck by any wrenches ready too be tossed in our well oiled sleeping routine. Ha! Little girl was just waiting for us too high five and start congratulating eachother on how awesome we are.
Husband and I weren't quite ready to move E to her room yet, but she grew out of the PnP bassinet. She's never had any problem sleeping so we were just going to have her sleep in the play pen until she wasn't waking up to eat at night anymore. Trying something new seemed to flick a switch in E's mind that, "this is not my bed and there is no way I'm sleeping in this!!" So after much rocking and pleading to go back to sleep, she slept in our bed last night.
Ok, no big. Tonight we'll just put her in her own crib which might not be such like a huge cave to her. We have the moniter and she's literally just a few steps away.
Nope. She's having none of it. I finally get her to sleep and get her whole body in the crib, but as soon as I take my hand away from behind her head, eyes and mouth pop open like, "omg! What are you doing!? I thought you loved me!?" Cue screams of bloody murder.
So after I don't know how many tries, I've lost count, H threw in the towel and said she's sleeping with us tonight. As soon as her little noggin hit the mattress all was silent. And here I sit at 11.00 eating my long cold 730 dinner and all I can say is, you moms are amazing. I still don't know how you do it.
And I was really looking forward to Hell's Kitchen tonight.


Re: My turn
Yep, we're going to the book store today to read up on sleep training. I hope you got some rest last night!