EATING MY WORDS

Ha! Of course as soon as I posted my last post, Griffin's sleep went crazy.

Yes- I am now eating my words.

Griffin stopped letting us rock him. He fights it so hard. He is constantly pushing off of us, trying to jump out of our arms, or literally just screaming and flailing. So, Saturday, after a failed attempt for a morning nap, we went for a walk so that he would fall asleep in the stroller. Then, that afternoon, after David left for church, I was left with no options as I was loosing my mind, failing to rock my son to sleep.

I laid him down in his crib, covered him with his blanket, and told him I loved him [of course he's smiling at this point]. Then, I walked out of his room. Griffin. Lost. His. Mind. I came back in 5 minutes later- kissed his forehead and calmed him down [without picking him up] as best as I could. Then I left. Tears in my eyes, I texted my sweet friend Kelsey and asked how she did it and how long her son cried. As she walked me through it, I checked on Griffin once more, and then he whimpered off to sleep.

It has been 5 days, and Griff is doing pretty good with it. It breaks my heart every time I walk out of his room. I don't think it will ever stop. I have chosen to cherish the hours I have spent rocking my baby to sleep, because I knew there would be a day that he wouldn't let me do it anymore. And that day has come. It came much sooner than I expected.

I choose to go in after 5 minutes, because I want my son to know that when he is upset or screams for us, we will be there. I also want him to learn that his room and his crib are safe, and that going to sleep on his own is a good thing. As I stated in my last post, you have to do what works for you. This is now what works for us.