Book three was Untethered by Julie Lawson Timmer. I’m not sure if I had trouble with it because it followed Lily and the Octopus or if I just didn’t like it. Either way… meh. I had trouble connecting with the wishy-washy main character. I had trouble believing the 15-year-old’s character. I had trouble believing most of the story itself – and not in a fun-loving way, like Lily and the Octopus managed to do. Well, back to the library today to pick another one! You win some, you lose some, right?
I made it out the door with the Bob the other day. The weather has been ridiculously nice here and all the snow and ice have finally melted, leaving me with clear sidewalks. Even if the wind is blowing, it’s not as harsh as it was when the air was colder. I completed my longest stroller run ever (3.22 miles)! Even more impressive – to me, at least – was my time for each mile. I took a lengthy walking break each mile, and still managed to get my best stroller run pace ever! I don’t know why. Maybe it was a fluke! At any rate, I’m enjoying my spring fever feeling.
You know what though? I’m glossing over my biggest triumph this week: sleep training. Adalynn just stopped sleeping the other week. She was waking up, realizing we weren’t there, and wasn’t having it. After pulling her into our bed every night for a week or two I had enough. I wanted my bed back, and I wanted my baby sleeping again. Sleep deprivation is no joke. That’s why they use it to torture people. So even though I had been staunchly against sleep training and letting your baby cry it out*, I decided that’s what needed to be done.
*For the record, cry it out (a.k.a. extinction) is not what most people are doing when they tell people they let their baby cry it out. Most of us are “Ferberizing” (a.k.a. check and console).
The first night sucked. She did pretty well – she went down to bed easily, and at her 9:30pm wakeup cried for about an hour and twenty minutes. At the time, it was horrible. Looking back though, it wasn’t so bad. I didn’t sleep a wink. I was hypervigilant, listening for any noise. The second night, her longest cry was about twenty minutes.
And after that – so far – we haven’t had to check and console at all. We put her to bed awake and she puts herself to sleep and I either hear one peep from her if she’s hungry in the middle of the night or no peeps at all. I know, I have a magical unicorn baby. Don’t throw tomatoes at me. I’m really really really trying hard not to brag.
Furthermore, we all know babies teethe and grow and have developmental leaps so trust me, I know that we are still in for rough nights. Regardless, I’m proud of Adalynn for learning how to put herself to sleep so easily.
Thank God for sleep. That’s all I have to say.