Umm...
Last night, Charlotte went to bed (after the normal three rounds of crying and comforting) around 8:30 p.m. She slept until almost 2 a.m., when I heard her crying and saying "Mama" over the monitor. I waited ten minutes, then went in to the dark room. Jeff had turned the nightlight off. I kept it off and didn't get her out of her crib--just lay her back down and comforted her for a few minutes. It was hard to see in the darkened room, but I could tell by her breathing that she was asleep. I snuck out.
Then I woke up at 8 a.m. What? Wait, huh? I peeked in her room just to make sure she still had a pulse. Yep, still breathing. She woke up a half-hour later, totally refreshed and cheerful. She's now reading books with uncle ca-ca, who arrived last night.
If it could have been this easy all along, I'm going to feel really stupid.
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I just read your post about Charlotte and her not sleeping. Of course, hopefully it is better. I do think your honesty is remarkable. You have put into words what many moms will not say, but feel. I so know that those cute little babes will do anything to be with you even at 2AM. Unfortunately you need sleep too. It is hard but she will sleep one day, but I have an opinion like everyone. once she knows you will NOT pick her up, or give your pinkie, she really will sleep better. Oh, I hope so for you. I like your blog, loved the fire in the kitchen post...
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