To those who worry that letting a baby "cry it out" will cause irrevocable damage to their little psyches I say... if seeing the inside of your Mom's vagina didn't scar you for life do you really think that crying hard for 20 minutes for a couple days in a row is going to do it? Nah. I don't think so.
*In fact, I think that's a good question to ask ourselves throughout our lives. "Is this experience/situation more or less traumatic than knowing that my face was thoroughly mashed into and across my mom's pink parts?" If no, then suck it up and move on. If yes, proceed directly to the nearest therapist. You have earned it*
So yeah, sleep training. Ug. It is a very necessary big time evil. You end up spending the entire night clutching the monitor, listening to your sweetness and light scream out their displeasure into the deep and terrible night while you feel like the worst parent since we emerged from the muck, dragging our slimy little bodies behind us. Then, as morning breaks and you realize you actually fell asleep because OMGIT'SQUIET, you rush into their room convinced of the worst only to find them sleeping soundly surrounded by the sweet glow of adorable baby. And you are greatful. And you are relieved. And you are hopeful. At least until night #2...
I shall gird mah loins and ask for prayers...
Oh, and did I mention we are potty training Sprinkles at the same time? Because it isn't a party until I am delusional from lack of sleep AND scrubbing pee out of the carpet...
Party on Garth.
