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Miss Independent (and Insomniac)

Today, Paisley didn't nurse at all.  She's been nursing once or twice a day for several weeks now, mostly first thing in the morning and right before bed.  This morning, she showed no interest in nursing and ate a good "big people" breakfast instead.  All day, she ate normal foods and had lots of mommy milk in her sippy cup.  Then tonight, she took my milk from a sippy cup instead of from me...

I feel like she cut the cord.  This is both happy and sad for me.  Of course, it's a bit nice to have my body to myself again.  It's been a very long time.  But breastfeeding has been a good connection between the two of us.  It was easy and free and convenient.  My production must be way down because I don't hurt even though it's been over 24 hours now.  Luckily, I have enough frozen breastmilk stored up that she may be taking it with her in her school lunch box.  :)   Plus, she's on whole milk as well since she's a little squirt.

Speaking of, she weighed 16 pounds, 7 ounces and was 28.5 inches long at her 9 month check-up this week.  She is in the 10% for weight and 75% for height.  And her giant noggin' is now in the 90%.   That's the same head that caused me to have a giant episiotomy!

This little darling is still not loving sleep.  And I'm dearly missing it.  The sleep deprivation has started to really wear me down (especially now that I'm working two part-time jobs).  So I decided that last night she would have to work things out if when she woke up. 

I put her down at 9:30 (we're trying an earlier bedtime) and she woke up around 1 am.  I let her whine for a little bit and checked our video monitor when she started screaming.  By this point, she is standing in her crib.  I can tell she isn't really crying (no tears or sobbing) and is just throwing a temper tantrum.  So Aaron and I let her be.  And within 15-20 minutes, she was asleep with her head on the railing of the crib.  Still standing up!  It was the cutest and funniest and saddest thing I've ever seen. 

Her legs would get wobbly for a second and it would wake her, but she'd immediately go back to sleep.  I finally went in and laid her down because it was just too sad.  I will never again judge those who let kids cry it out.  My princess and I both feel so much better if we sleep good.  I just have to get us back to doing so!!!
She then slept soundly until 7:30 which was great.  I desperately need her to SLEEP!!!

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  1. Yes, crying it out is necessary for some babies. I know it's what made the difference for Jax. I am both dreading and happily anticipating the time when I can do it with Addison. It's so hard to let them cry, but so nice when they finally "get it" and you can get some sleep! I think, no matter what, there are just times when they don't sleep. It just is what it is. My problem is that mine alternate - when one sleeps, the other doesn't, so I can never catch a break! And I can't imagine not nursing - I know the time will come fast, but I so love that time with Addy. I came home from work today and she was just waking up and hungry. She laid in bed with me and stared up at my face as she nursed. My heart just swelled. It really is amazing. But I know they have to grow up - and thank goodness they do for our sanity:). I guess we just have to treasure each and every little step and phase - even the hard ones - because they go by so fast:).

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  2. I think people hear "CIO" and freak, but if you are just making sure your baby is only whiny/fussy or angry (not scared or sobbing) then I think if it works it works. Much more important is a good night's sleep for the baby's well-being. Glad she's sleeping well now!!

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