Drumroll please! Here's Mommy on one side and Bombie on the other. Bombie screams in the crib and Mommy frets outside, paces the room and sets the timer for ten minutes. Bombie screams some more. Mommy frets some more, realizes it's only 2 minutes out of 10.
Bombie screams like she's hurt, like she's fallen out of the crib. Mommy goes in to check on her, picks her up and almost walks out with her. Then (thank God!) she remembers the battle and puts her back down. Bombie wails, thrashes, tries to get on her stomach. Her lower lip is quivering. She threatens to scream louder and louder. Mommy leaves the room, frets some more.
Two minutes later, silence. Bombie is asleep.
I WON!!! Well, at least for today.
Yay! Keep it up. I remember one time our #4 fell asleep draped over the side of his crib exhausted from crying. That's the only time I won a battle, and the last time I fought one (about sleep) with him. It was the worst 4 hours of my life.
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