But we sure are all tired today. Last night we decided to wean Lucy from swaddling.
It's gotten to the point where she's so strong she Houdinis herself out of the wrap multiple times a night, wakes up crying, and one of us has to get up and tuck her back in. We have had enough. We are of the opinion that anything waking US up at night = not ok. I had a conversation with a friend yesterday, too, and she said it's easier to let them cry it out when they're younger - when they're older it's so much harder not to go to them. I have a pretty hard time listening to Boo cry anyway, but I was ready.
We wrapped the girl with one arm out like the pediatrician recommended. But she could. Not. Fall. Asleep. The Bubba was in there holding her free hand and singing softly until she gave up. It only took about 30 minutes - I had steeled myself for worse.
But then the wake ups. I totally lost count last night. I think the Bubba took care of three of them, and I was up at least four times. Plugging her pacifier back in, giving her the lovey to hold on to with her free hand...
Not to mention the fact that Lucy is a huge whiney mess today even after an almost-two-hour ( partially unswaddled!) nap. I got 40 minutes of Happy followed by 40 of Melted Into a Puddle of Misery on the Floor or On Your Lap or Wherever I Am. I guess I should just put her back down for another nap.
This is when the self-doubt is at its worst. What am I doing? Is this the right thing? My word this is a drag for everyone involved. I'm miserable. Lucy's miserable. I'm sure my tired Bubba sitting at his desk trying to figure out some problems is miserable.
It'll be worth it, though.