Trying to Cry It Out

I'm hiding in a dark bedroom, trying to avoid eye contact with my littlest boy.  After nine months sleeping curled around him, nursing on demand, we are trying to let him self soothe.  That's the euphemism his pediatrician used for letting him cry himself back to sleep.

Chris took a string of nights and now it's my turn. And I am bad at it! In 3 hours I've nursed him to sleep twice. I'm playing tough while I have some energy left and he is quiet after crying for 10 minutes.

Why can't he appreciate all of those nights he had it so good!? I just want a little tat for all the tit. A little rest for the weary?

Like I said, I'm bad at this. As easily as Bub talks his way into getting cookies, this one will be sharing my pillow before too many hours.

That crying face is so desperately sad and I already wish that he weren't growing up so fast.

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