Well, sleep training worked for only one day so far.
Sugarplum did not like the idea of sleep training at all. Not one bit. Yesterday was a disaster. I was too soft sometimes. Monkey King didn’t want me to pick her up when she was crying. He wanted me to wait for another 5 minutes. “You are supposed to increase the interval between checking up on her until she eventually stops.” Ha! She did not stop. Quite on the contrary, her whining escalated into crying which in turn, escalated into this heart-broken scream. I looked her in the now tearful eyes, puffy from all that crying, and scooped her up into me. Monkey King’s warning of being firm? Totally flew out the window. I was going crazy and couldn’t stand it when she cried. That made me want to cry too!
She cried and whimpered in my ear, telling me not to ignore her again. Even though she couldn’t say a word, I understood her loud and clear. She settled into my neck, then after a couple of minutes, she cried some more again. Each time sounding softer and softer until she finally grew sleepy. When I put her down, she immediately scooped her arms and legs up. They remained in that position in the air, holding on to me even in her sleep.
I had a talk with Monkey King. I cannot ignore her tearful pleas. “She is only 5 months old, and we are not running a boot camp here!” I said. I will know when she is ready; she will somehow let us know. Until then, I am going to enjoy her looking up at me with her sleepy chocolate brown eyes, her falling asleep against my chest, her sinking into my arms as I rock her back and forth, and her little warm milk breath on my neck: all the things that Dr. Ferber will surely disapprove.