We’re all done Ferberizing Sweetie Pie, but not in a “my baby sleeps through the night now” kind of way, but in the “my baby has proven herself to be utterly un-Ferberizable” kind of way. Whereas it took Doodles a whopping three days to start sleeping through the night, Sweetie Pie, after a week and a half of trying, finally wore me down at 4 a.m. after she’d been crying for two and a half hours with no signs of stopping for air. We tried calming her–it only agitated her. We tried giving her a bottle of water–it only agitated her. We tried walking her–which prompted her to fall asleep on us only to become agitated when we then lay her down.
She’s done it. She’s beaten us. Round the clock feedings for my HUGE Sweetie Pie until she goes to college. (And yes, she is huge; she had a doctor’s appointment last week and was 19 lbs 13 oz, which is 75th percentile, and 26 3/4 inches, which is 95th percentile! How did that happen? Didn’t anyone tell her that her parents are short?)
