We all cried last night.
It was beginning to start out like every other night for the past, oh I dunno, year or so. Another wake-up only a few hours after being put down for the night. And then another an hour later. And I cracked. I stuck the little wriggler in her crib, crying and commenced hanging out with her in her room. Absolutely determined was I that she would go to sleep without being picked up and rocked or nursed to sleep. I hung in for about 40 minutes. It was awful. I patted. I shushed. I laid on her floor. Rinse, lather, repeat. Rinse, lather, repeat. I cried. I sighed. I felt awful, awful, awful. Rinse, lather, repeat. Rinse, lather, repeat. Then L. came in to spell me off. "Don't take her out of the crib," I begged as we traded. I headed to bed, but did not of course sleep a wink, what with my heart being ripped out in the next room. Sobbing, heaving, choking, yelling "mama! mama!". Yep - easy to sleep through that loveliness.
It took just over an hour and a half. We all cried. We all felt shitty. She slept from about 1 a.m. til 5 a.m. A record, to be sure. But I'm guessing it's due to the hour and a half of gut-wrenching sobbing, which, if memory serves, can make a girl kinda tuckered out.
As far as experiments go - I'm pretty sure this one failed. Because even if it did eventually work - I'm more than certain Girlio's mama and mommy can handle the sleeplessness far easier than that kind of gut-wrench.
So - on to the next experiment. Night weaning. It's sure to be unfun. But it doesn't involve a revoking of nighttime cuddles. So here's to hoping it's a little gentler on all of our wee hearts.