The Big 3-0

It happened…I’m officially in the 30’s club…ugh.

It’s easy to wallow in self pity when you turn 30, your husband is on the other side of the country for your birthday, and you’re in the middle of (unintentionally) sleep training your seven month old.  Yikes.  Fortunately I have some great friends and family, and this awesome t-shirt to help get me through…thanks Liz 😛


And I’m about to head to the mall to spend some money.  Winning.

Soooo sleep training SUCKS.  I will NEVER understand the phrase “sleeping like a baby”.  Ellie absolutely hates her crib and screams her head off anytime we put her down.  We’ve been using Merlin’s Magic Sleepsuit (a miracle product, btw) ever since the four month sleep regression.  When you’re pregnant everyone says “Hope you don’t like sleep!!” and you shrug it off as another piece of unwanted input.  I always assumed that we (and when I say “we” I mean “I” because my husband could sleep through the apocalypse) would be sleep deprived for the first few months but that eventually baby and I would settle into a normal sleep schedule.  Then came the four month sleep regression.  So Merlin’s was a lifesaver at the time.  I was able to nurse Ellie to sleep and then transfer her into the crib without her waking up, thanks to the magical Merlin’s.  But all good things must eventually come to an end, right?  When Ellie starting trying to roll over in the suit, I knew the time had come to stop using it.  For safety reasons, we had to ditch the miracle suit. 😦

So a few nights ago I nursed her to sleep, per usual, and then walked into the nursery.  Ellie opened her eyes and screamed her little head off as I tried to place her in the crib.  After repeating this process three times, I called for reinforcements.  The hubs came in and rocked/walked baby back to sleep, only to have her wake up and scream when he put her down.  I gave it another try, and then we realized it had been three hours of trying to get her down.  At this point it was 11:00 and Brian and I just wanted sleep.  So, out of desperation, we put Ellie down in her crib, shut the door, and crawled into bed.  Ellie cried and cried, and I cried as I listen to her scream.  I was never really a fan of sleep training and would have preferred avoiding it altogether.  But when you’ve spent three hours trying to get a baby to sleep and you’re at your wits end, drastic measures must be taken.

Now, we’re four nights into this horrible process and she still feels the need to scream for half an hour before finally giving in and going to sleep.  Ugh.  I’m hoping one of these nights she will start to realize what’s going on and give up the screaming and crying.

Onto happier things…Onesie Wednesday!  LOOK how freakin adorable this onesie is!!!  I realize this is a little late and I wish I had found this before Christmas because I would have totally bought it.  A Christmas Story is my favorite Christmas movie.  You know the 24 hours on TBS?  That’s on my TV all Christmas eve and day.  I can’t get enough.  Love, love, LOVE this!!


Now off to the mall to wallow in self pity  drink Starbucks and spend some money.


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