I'm sitting at Boston Logan, enjoying a beer and internet access, missing my family and ... I am not sleep deprived. It's strange. No Leighton. No 3 AM feeding. Yes. Still. At 6 and a half months. I miss home terribly, but I had a great time in bean town. I worked. I toured. I slept! I barely even remember getting up once to pump.
Prior to my Boston trip, we attended a wedding and my fifteen year, high-school reunion. I must have told everyone I met that I was exhausted, because somehow, the conversation always turned to my sleep deprivation and the fact that Leighton is not yet sleeping through the night.
On the subject of baby sleeping habits I discovered that there were two distinct factions of parents. One group owned the oh-so-annoying story of "she's been sleeping through the night since eight weeks." The other group was the "cry it out" contingent.
If I had a nickel for every person who told me to gear up for two nights of hysteria followed by blissful slumber, I'd have at least five bucks. Still, I can't imagine that Dr. Ferber thinks that leaving a child in her crib to sob until vomiting is a great idea.
On my business trip, a colleague and mother told me to apply the Ferber method gently and gradually. This seems like a far more time-consuming but equally more pleasant option.
I know I'm being played like a fiddle when I trot into Leighton's room at 2 AM to replace the nukka that's fallen out of her sweet little mouth. But, I choose to believe that she enjoys the pleasure of my company; Her manipulative intentions are more good than evil. If she realized that in the course of an evening I am jerked awake by her cries more often than I would be if riding the Eurail through the Pyrenees, through the night, unable to recline, in a smoking car, with the lights on, she would certainly stop. Right?
So, I'm interested. How many of you out there just let 'em cry it out? And, how much torture did you withstand before you began to crumble? Please post to comments and share your fuss with us!