I called the doctor.
I emailed Flurg's mom.
I webbed it up.
I discussed with Jer.
I talked myself though.
- The doctor advised: this is the first of the many times your will will go against the will of your baby. It is ok, she will be ok. She needs to learn.
- Flurgs mom gave info and support.
- The internet made me dizzy
- Jer was ready. He was going to be the expert and executor (sounds so scary, and it was)
- I told myself "this is just like when the baby is in the back of the car crying and there is nothing I can do".
She screamed. 3 minutes pass. Jer goes in, reassures her, gives her some love with out picking her up and leaves. Jer then sets the timer for 5 minutes. I freak. 5 minutes! That's Ferber. 3, 5, 10, 10, 10 to infinity! Jer and I got in a fight about nothing until I started sobbing and dealing with the real problem. My baby was crying. Really crying. I had never heard that before, really. Maybe when she got a shot, but it was different, a pain cry versus I want my mommy and daddy cry. Jer goes in at the 5 minute mark. She is screaming, choking, gagging. I stood outside the door and sobbed. It was so very sad. My baby wanted relief, but she needed to sleep. We all needed to sleep! Jeremy came out of the bedroom, as the baby still sobbed, hugged me in the hall. I felt badly that he needed to support me, because I know it was hard on him too. He joked that he needed to check on both of his babies in 10 minutes. 10 minutes!! I did not think I could make it. I did not have to. She fell asleep. Beautiful sleep. And she slept from 9, say 9:20, until 1:30. WE WOULD HAVE TO DO THIS ALL OVER AGAIN. But we did not have to. She woke at 1:30, cried for a min and a half and went back to sleep, She woke at 3:00 squawked and went right back down, Again at 4ish, 5ish, 6ish and went right back to sleep. I woke HER up at 7:00am.
Elliott did not hate me. Although I still feel bad. I think Jer was right, she was ready, she was not ready before but she is ready now. I was ready. I needed a change. Jer was ready too. We are ready for our whole house to get some real sleep.
It is now nap time. I did the same routine myself at my mothers house. It was hard. I went in at the 3 min mark. She groped at me. Screamed and cried. It was good that my mom was here to support me. Elliott was asleep in 5 min and 30 seconds. But who's counting?