So we are sleep training Abbott this week. It has been very stressful for the entire family. We'd never let Abbott cry for more than 3 minutes in his entire life, and the first night he cried for about two hours. Jeffrey and I just sat out in the living room, staring at each other and our countdown clocks while we heard it through the walls and blasting from the monitor's speaker. I had the TV on for a distraction, but couldn't have sound because of Abbott's assault on my senses.
I was resistant to this type of sleep training for a long time. It seemed very unnatural, going against all of my instincts. But I finally decided that we weren't going to go live in a Namibian cave in the way we are physiologically intended, in close contact all day, sleeping side by side by the light of a fire. I don't really have many transferable skills anyway. So, sleep training it was. And Abbott's 4 1/2 months now, and both my and Jeffrey's FMLA have run out. He is going to have to go into someone else's care, and that person is not going to be holding him to sleep. And if someone's going to have to be a hard-ass with him, I'd rather it be me or Jeffrey than some poor new person in his life. And with this long weekend, we can give him extra love during the day to make up for less contact at night and during naps.
It's basically the first time we have ever had to be hard-asses with him. And I know that it's just the first of like an infinite number of times, pretty much for the rest of our lives. It's our jobs to set boundaries, and his job to butt his head up against them. It's what we signed on for. In a way, I wish it hadn't happened so soon. But I am so grateful for that 4 1/2 months that we were able to just enjoy him, every minute.