Well, after 5 days of "vacation" and 5 nights of a different sleeping situation, we are now back to square one.
Brylie simply cannot sleep in her own bed.
The problem is we spent all 5 of those nights sleeping in the same bed, snuggling and snacking whenever she felt like it.
Now, it's no good at all.
If there's one thing I've learned in the last 5 months, it's that there's more than one right way to do things. What works for some may not work for me, so I've refused to let myself get down because Brylie doesn't just conk out at 9 p.m. like "every other baby in the world." The mistake I made was reading a parenting blog that said, "Letting your baby 'cry it out' is telling her that no one cares about her. Eventually she'll give up, not because she's sleepy, but because she's given up all hope that her mommy will come for her."
Now, I know that letting Brylie cry for a few minutes isn't going to ruin her forever, but when she cries for 5 minutes and then just lies there staring pitifully at the ceiling, what's my first thought?
"Oh great, she's given up all hope that her mommy will come for her!"
Ughhhhh......
Even though I know that's a ridiculous concept and the world would be filled with way more crazy people if "crying it out" led to a future in an institution, I just can't do it anymore.
Maybe I'm weak.
I wish babies had a "sleep mode" button on their foreheads.
Hmm.
