|Fighting sleep, even while rocking|
Sometimes it's hard to learn an important lesson. I've been in those valleys before! But just because it's hard to learn, doesn't mean it's not important. And sometimes tears are part of the process. I've been there, too.
So with that said, moving on to night five.
I was on my own for bedtime. Brad had to return to work...what a great employee! I had the girls in jammies in record time--7:15 p.m. Jemma was acting tired, so I nursed her and started rocking. She fought me tooth and nail, so I determined to train her for bedtime sleep, too. I put her to bed around 7:40. It took 40 minutes of crying, screaming, soothing, crying, screaming, soothing to get her asleep, but she did it!
On a side note, Gracelyn was so sweet during this time. She wasn't in bed yet, and was so concerned that Jemma was crying. To distract her, I read her a bazillion books. But every time I went in to visit Jemma, Gracelyn was right there, standing on the crib rail, going "Shhh Shhh. Jemma, shhhhh." Then she sang "Jesus Loves Me." Precious!
During the night, Jemma woke up at 12:30 a.m. That was painful for me, as I had gotten in a "nap" of sorts, so then my body refused to go back to sleep. (In the past three nights, I think I've gotten a total of 6 GOOD hours of sleep.)
Anyway, when she woke up, I DIDN'T HAVE TO GET UP! Yes, that's right. She soothed herself back to sleep! Yay!