Today started like any ol' day with Jakey-pooh. He woke up and as I promised myself, I promised to make him smile each time he wakes up (a little smile goes a long way for both of us). He was fed. He was diapered. He came with momma to drop dad off at work. He played happily in his jumparoo. He got lots of love and attention and then THIS happened...SLEEP TRAINING, or rather TORTURE.
I cried. He cried...no, no...he screamed bloody murder, so I had to check on him and I saw the saddest face I have ever seen. The hugest lower lip pout I have ever seen. So as any good mother would do... I took a picture. I know what you're thinking, GO comfort him!!! Well, see that is where our troubles lie. He hasn't learned the technique of self soothing or being able to fall asleep on his own and so we tried to cry it out, together. I gave him (us) 15 minutes. TORTURE for the both of us. My heart sank. My whole being and every fiber of my motherly instinct said, "GO, rescue your child!"
But no sooner than the torture began. It stopped. For 2 1/2 glorious hours. Jake took one of the longest naps of his life. This is the lovely peaceful face I found a few seconds later...
When he woke up, he was still the loving sweet boy I put down. He still let me hold him. We are learning together. AND if you are wondering why he is wearing a mouse suit from the Gap...It is because today was freezing in LA!!! It is one of the warmer sleepers that he has and he loves it. Have any of you had luck with sleep training? I hope we can get better cause this ain't easy!