Total and utter failure on my part. My god. The shrieking. It’s like we’re KILLLLLLLLLING HIMMMMMMMM!!!! All the time.
I couldn’t take it. I picked him up. 2 times.
My husband is somewhere rolling his eyes and calling me “sissy,” under his breath.
Total and utter failure on my part. My god. The shrieking. It’s like we’re KILLLLLLLLLING HIMMMMMMMM!!!! All the time.
I couldn’t take it. I picked him up. 2 times.
My husband is somewhere rolling his eyes and calling me “sissy,” under his breath.
Don’t worry. I don’t think any mother gets through CIO without breaking.
Hang in there!
I used to pour myself a glass of wine (or a shot of whiskey, once. Okay, twice.) and go sit on my stoop. A practice I picked up when Henry was just weeks old and I couldn’t take the crying at 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5 in the morning. Once, I made myself a burrito and opened a beer and went for a walk. It was sunrise.
CIO, eh?
We did the Ferber method. Basically leaving them for five minutes, then pick them up. Then leave them for ten. Pick them up. Then leave them for fifteen. Pick them up, etc. It worked well for us and took about two weeks. Alice was a wreck. I was more…. sanguine and took to the bottle for comfort. Not the baby’s, ut the baby daddy’s bottle.
Don’t worry. You’ll do fine and so will he.
right about mom; next is dad, cuz its about time!