We have been slowly Ferberizing Evie over the past week. Or trying to, anyways. That said, I haven't actually studied his method, but rather have taken bits and pieces of what I know about Cry It Out and used it with the little one.
I know that this method isn't always looked kindly upon by Moms, but I had to. HAD TO.
Lately, I have been getting no sleep. Like, you know those National Geographic shows with the mangy, flea infested Lion who is knawing on the once-whole leg of a one-whole Zebra?
That Lion? That's Evie. And that dead Zebra with no hope for a future or happiness? That's my sleep.
See? HAD. TO.
We have run into a few glitches along the way. Like finding out that Evie is as addicted to her swaddle as some people are to Heroin. Yes, my daughter is a swaddle junkie. She is currently looking for a sponsor if anyone is interested. I can't do it because, frankly, after about 15 minutes of her screaming I am all "just do it. just USE already."
*As I am writing this Evie is log-rolling across the basement floor. Completely. Mobile. I am terrified.*