After two terrible hours of torture, three hours of Googling "sleep training", an entire box of tissues, and a massive whisper fight with Grover (hey, didn't that happen last time?), I have come to the following conclusion:
Sears, Ferber, Weissbluth, everyone else on the planet ... they all have an opinion on the "right" way to put a child to bed.
And they can all suck it.
YOU HEAR THAT, FERBER? I'M COMING FOR YOU with super glue, headphones, and an endless looping mp3 of screaming infant.
That may be the sleep-deprivation/pregnancy hormones talking.
But I do have a point.
No one else knows your child like you do. No one else has "mommy (or daddy) intuition". And none of them are losing sleep.
Therefore, you should do what seems right to you. I'm not saying one way is right and another is wrong. But every situation, every child, every parent, every family, heck, every night is different.
Last night, we tried letting T cry it out. It didn't work. Did we do it wrong? Probably. If we did it right, would it work? Possibly. But I'm not willing to snivel in a puddle of my own snot on the bathroom floor again. If I end up in a rocking chair for two hours for the next three years, so be it. I'm okay with that.
Go ahead, call me a wimp. Tell me I'll be sorry later. Shake your head all disappointed-like.
And then get your butt over here and do it the "right" way, please.
I'm waiting ... in 3, 5 and 12 minute intervals :-)
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