She's been sleeping in our bed for long enough. If I don't stop it now she'll be three before we know it and still sleeping with mom and dad. So I laid her in her crib, gave her a bottle, and waited. She was so sleepy, but she kept looking at me. I could tell she didn't want me to leave. When the bottle was empty she tried getting up but I softly kept her down and rubbed her back. She started to whimper and look up at me. She knew I was going to leave her alone in that room. No one to snuggle with. No one to keep her safe. She finally closed her eyes and I retreated. Two minutes later she started to cry. I went in and there she was standing and crying calling out for "dada". I calmed her and got her to go back to sleep, but I wasn't out of the room for two minutes and she started again. This time I held my ground. I stayed out and listened to her cry. 5 minutes. 10 minutes. 20 minutes. She was bawling and crying out for dada, but this was for her own good. Finally after 25 minutes she stopped crying and fell asleep. I snuck in 10 minutes later and she was out, but her face was still wet from her tears. It broke my heart.
I hope it goes easier tomorrow night.
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