LouLou is teething – and sleep training. A bad combination.
As I have written before, she rarely cries, so listening to her wail is hard, but I do want my space in the evenings. Out of desperation lately, to help her settle in her crib, I have been – wait for it – getting in the crib.
I know. It’s terrible. And weird.
The first time I did it, my inner voice was screaming, “Slippery slope, slippery slope,” but there I was Cirque du Soleil’ing myself out of there once she drifted off.
And like any good junkie, I had to do it again. I haven’t even told my husband yet that I have done this.
So I ask you universe, what now?
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