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Not in our bed, but in a pack n play next to our bed.
I dont get how people can sleep in the same bed as their kid.
I would never get any sleep cause I would be terrified of the morning news.
"Child smothered in her sleep by her mothers right boob."
not the way I think anyone would want to go. At least anyone sane.
Anyhow, she was doing, ha.....wait...like she had a choice. I am so freaking awesome. We were doing this for the first few months...cause well she woke up to eat at night.
But once she started sleeping through most of the night, we still kept her in there.
Why? Cause her dresser broke and we were using her...umm.....crib.
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But she stayed in our room in the pack n play.
Cause apparently if I left her alone in her room - the zombie drug lords that live in our apartment building would kidnap her or the millions of bugs that inhabit the earth would eat her face off (yeah PPA screws with your brain sometimes...ok a lot of the time).
So for a week and a half....she stayed in our room.
Now, don't look at me like that. Mr. Man didnt want her to go to the room either! I swear....maybe.
So, tuesday at her doctors appointment we talked about her sleeping and the doctor gave me a speech. She needed to learn how to soothe herself to sleep. Not the doctor. Diva. Thought I would clear that up. The doctor sleeps fine.
Soooo.........we had to let her cry it out.
We did it with monkey and I cried the whole first night.
I thought. Shoo...I's got this mess!
By the end of the night....wait...would that be morning?
Ehh.....by the end. I gave up.
But last night?
I put a radio in her room. Played the classical radio station...and?
and more importantly?
SO DID I!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thats right, y'all read that right.....my sleep is more important than hers! I mean I need to be on my best for this
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