If you’re crying, I’m crying
Listening to my sleep trained baby cry for an hour and a half is honestly one of the most painful experiences. All I want to do is go pop in a paci and pass out. Or pick her up and rock her to sleep. Enjoy the cuddle, as she nuzzles into my warm body. But alas I’m here watching the monitor, waiting for her to fall back asleep and trying not to cry right along with her. Meanwhile my husband sleeps peacefully next to me like nothing is happening.