Whoop! Whoop! I’m on Scary Mommy this week talking about why sleep training is so. damn. hard. You are going to crack up on this one…
“Does he sleep through the night yet?”
Nope. My eight month old doesn’t go all night. Not even close.
And before you know it, you’re presented with the ever popular, somewhat elusive question of, “Oh! Have you tried sleep training?”
As far as I can tell, eight months into my sweet little nugget’s life, “sleep training” is an eloquent way of describing “let him cry it out til he’s blue in the face, flinging his limbs every direction, and cursing your poor parenting abilities.”
Because really, what compassionate mother would ever let her child cry like that for so long? Oh, who am I kidding?
In fact, I’m at this point in my life where I am seriously ready to start banging my head against the wall when little bubba starts calling out to me at 4 a.m. for the third time each night for a snack. Eight months of this blows. I’m losing my mind, people. I’m pouring orange juice into my coffee instead of creamer. I’m losing track of whether it’s daytime or nighttime. But do you know what sounds even worse? The hell known as sleep training.