The Long Lost Art Of Sleeping

For the past week, things have been rough in sleepy land. Hayden went from being a girl who went down at 8pm like clockwork with no problem, and slept until about 6am. No waking up in the night, no fussiness going down. It was baby heaven.

Then, a week ago, something happened. We're blaming it on object permanence, but who knows. All I know is, Hayden screamed when her little head hit the pillow, and while we waited out our Ferber/Brazelton ten minutes, she got so upset she threw up. Now, that makes you feel like a fantastic parent, let me tell you. Next night, same deal, only this time it took only five minutes for her to throw up, and she did it twice. Third night, three minutes to puking. We were clearly going in the wrong direction. For the past week, we just caved. I couldn't stand to hear her cry, and the laundry was getting out of control. But, after only getting three hours of sleep last night, which was sort of our fault for going out and having fun till about 2am and then getting up with the kiddo at 5am, we decided we had to break the cycle, puking or not.

So, this morning, Brian got up with her at 5am, changed her diaper, but didn't feed her, and put her back down, alla Ferber and Brazelton. After about five minutes of ear splitting screaming, she settled back down to sleep and now, at 8:30, she just got up. Life is so good. Brian is still sleeping, and Hayden is trying to unplug the computer. Time to tend to my child.