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Determined

Teething has interrupted the 10-12 hours of sleep we were getting and Bug started waking up 3-4 times a night for the last month.  Seriously, newborn style.  After speaking with the doctor about it, he said in between her teeth coming in, we could sleep train her so that she wouldn't get up to pretend to drink the 4 ounces of formula we made (and waste 3.5 ounces) in the middle of the night.  Supposedly a baby's internal clock is on a 3 day rotation.  So it takes 3 days to get them in a routine.  If you're consistent with something for 3 days, you should be set.  Should be.  (Hopefully.)  I heard from people (the nurse at the doctor's office, the moms at day care, co-workers) that their kids cried for 1-2 hours the first night.  I dreaded this day, especially since Bug had gotten herself on a routine of 10-12 hours of sleep all by herself at 5 months.  (What a tease!)  I loathe the teething process.  I'm 100% (accurate statistic) sure all parents do, but...we've got to go through it to see some pearly whites!  (Or in this case, A pearly white- singular.  You see it?)
Last night was night #1.  Bug cried it out for 40 minutes.  Did I say cry?  I meant...scream...like bloody, bloody murder.  Then about 10 minutes each time she woke up.  The entire night blends together, so I'm not sure how many times that was.  This morning when we woke up all I could think was, "We survived."  (I wish I could say the same for our neighbors, who probably thought we were torturing our baby.)  I was ecstatic about it, really...and am now "ready" to take on tonight.  I feel motivated, no matter how much I wanted to cry it out myself last night, hearing Bug scream "MAAAAAMAAA!" (which is quite clear these days). 

Wish us luck!  It might take more than 3 days, knowing Bug.  ::SIGH::  My kid, right?  :)  I love her.  You've got to hand it to her- she won't accept defeat.  Determined!  Haha??? 

Night #1:  Mama & Daddy-1  Bug-0

God Bless,
Kat

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