Epic Fail

So, as you may know, we’ve been trying to transition Baby Girl from our bed to her crib. We’d pretty much settled on the cry-it-out method. We get her to the edge of sleep, then put her down in her crib. It usually results in her crying a bit but eventually she ends up sleeping a few hours before she wakes up. It went from almost an hour down to about 15 minutes, with one night where she never bothered to make a fuss. We’d won! We had conquered the problem of the sleeping child.

Then there was tonight. To say it didn’t go well is kind of an understatement. She actually went to sleep, or an approximation thereof, in about 15 minutes. Then Daddy had to go make a mess of things. Now to be fair, what I did was strictly in the name of safety and not wanting to have to explain why my daughter suffocated in her sleep.

I went in to make sure our little munchkin hadn’t buried her face in a blanket and cut off oxygen to her tiny, yet extremely smart brain. Well, to me it looked like there might be an issue. Granted I probably could have just put my hand on her and checked to feel the rhythmic and peaceful breathing of a sleeping baby. But instead of doing that, I decided that she needed to be moved onto her back, because, I figured why risk it, she looked like she was buried in her blanket.

This is where the fail part starts. The screaming I unleashed by moving her to her back was epic. It was bloody murder times 10. She threatened us with great bodily harm, lawsuits, three kinds of violence and finally, that if we didn’t get in there and pick her up, she’d exclusively date musicians in high school.

The other effect was that Mommy gave me a look that is best described as withering.

So we went and got her out of her crib. The look on her face was triumphant.

Tomorrow night we’ll try again, hopefully with better luck, because I miss having our bed to ourselves. Plus, Baby Girl takes up too much room. She just sprawls out, like she owns the place, and let’s face it, who’s going to tell a baby she needs to stay on her side of the bed?