|I’m not tired! Where’s the coffee ya big pansy!?|
One of the most heart-wrenching things to do is to just let your baby…cry. Although sometimes, it’s your last resort. Jake is like a lightning bolt on meth. He would much rather play than sleep. He does not comprehend when he is exhausted. So, you set the mood. The boy is clean, dry, and fed. He should pass out, right? Wrong! He’s hanging on to the crib, jumping up and down, tossing pacifiers around the room like confetti! Sometimes all you can do is let him battle it out. It hurts to listen to. But, I think it’s essential to him gaining his independence, and us maintaining our sanity!