After yet
another sleepless night, I lied in bed with my eyes wide open thinking of
different sleep training options I can use with my daughter.
The gradual no-tears approach I am following is not achieving much progress and it's
difficult to remain consistent when you have been sleep-deprived for over a
year.
A cry it out
approach won't work either. She is
really strong-willed and LOUD. Besides, I don't have the heart for it.
To give in
and just breastfeed or rock her whenever she wakes up? But she's older now and
if I give in now, I won't be able to teach her to sleep on her own forever!
As I lie in
my bed, weighing down the pros and cons of each option, my daughter wakes up.
She lifts her head, turns to the right and then to the left. She spots me and
crawls right into my arms. She tosses and turns for a while and then puts her
head on my shoulder. As her breath starts to deepen, and her head relaxes on my
shoulder, I feel her warm body against mine, her hair tickling my nose, and I
remember all the funny moments we shared during the day.
I hold her little hand
and say to myself, sleep training can wait for another day.
