Not quite pulling my hair out...

DAY THREE: Boys never did nap well this afternoon which set up a medium rough stretch to dinner capped off by Joshua having 5 major spit ups before he finally fell asleep at 4:30. Dinner was a bit of a victory.....gave David veggies again but only one piece at a time tonight. I waited until I knew he had swallowed before giving him another piece. He ate three cucumber slices, two pieces of broccoli, and a green pepper slice!!! Veggie dip rocks my socks right now.

Bedtime started at 5:45 with Joshua's bath. Nursed him in two sessions until 7:15 when he finally felt totally asleep. Put him down in the crib only to have him totally wake up. He screamed like a wounded thing all through David's bath, book, & song. Went to get the little bugger after David was in bed (he fussed for exactly 5 minutes & then was asleep) and changed his diaper. Nursed him again after three large burps and cuddled him until sleeping. Back into the crib......back awake. Took him back out to the living room to rock him again. Got him dozing and took him to the bassinet this time. Back hit the mattress....eyes open & crying. I fought the urge to smother him with a pillow (thus feeling like I was an awful mother for having the urge in the first place) and walked out.

Thus began a forced CIO ("Cry-It-Out" for those not familiar with the term). I called DH to be my moral support as I waited. I hate CIO as a general method but knew in my heart that I had hit a wall tonight & needed a serious break before trying again. We mutally agreed on a 20 minute limit. By minute 12 Joshua was quiet. He picked back up again but with less intensity for about 2 minutes. Then all went silent. Not a peep and we hadn't hit the magic 20 minute mark. I guess sleep training has begun and I never intended to sleep train with this baby. Ahhhh, what is that old saying about the best of intentions???