with the crying

I hate the crying it out. Ethan and I made it through our first CIO night - it was very, very hard. He went down at 8:00 pm to sleep; was up just before 11. I went in to him, kissed him and rubbed his tummy for a few minutes while he stayed in his crib, then left. Then the whining escalated to full blown sobbing - it was killing me! I'd go in every 10 minutes (ok 8) and do the same thing, leaving him in his crib but kissing him and stroking his tummy and face. Then I'd leave and he'd continue to wail. It took an hour, then he finally exhausted himself to sleep until 7:30 this morning. I on the other hand was awake fretting for a few hours.

It worked, thankfully, but I know we have a few or several more hard nights like that ahead before he's able to truly put himself to sleep. I'm just thankful that we only had to do that once last night - if he had awakened again later that night I don't know if I could have handled that again. Watching a bit of tv during the intervals helped a bit. And Ethan seemed to love me as much as always this morning when I got him out of bed for a cuddle at 7:30.

Today we lunch with Allison and Ryan. Mummy needs a margarita. Ole!