Warning: This post is baby-centered, so if you hate mommy blogs you might want to skip this one.
After a two hour battle trying to get Rylan to take a nap, I finally gave up. She was tired. She was cranky. She wanted another teta after having had one not even two hours before.
I’m constantly fighting an inner battle trying to decide whether to potty train, take away the bottle, move her to her own room, yada yada on MY terms, or just help her transition to all those things when she’s ready.
I would love to get a full night’s sleep, but I guess when you decide to have a baby, you kind of know that you’re throwing that out the window for about 4-5 years because even when the baby finally decides to sleep through the night, you are on constant watch that they’re ok, that they don’t wake up, that they’re still sound asleep.
The bottle is a whole ‘nother issue. I worry about tooth decay, then I worry that she’s too young for me to be taking her bottle away. She’s only 1 1/2, after all. Maybe when she’s two. If she didn’t get up at 2 every morning asking for one, then maybe it wouldn’t be such an issue, but she does, so it is.
And then she started sleeping through the night for a little bit and I missed waking up and putting her back to bed with a teta and a kiss and snuggling her in her blanket.
It’s a no win situation.
I guess I’ll just enjoy her being my baby while I still can. After all, if I learned anything with my thirteen and nine year olds, it’s that they grow up way too fast.