Because apparently 10 hours in a car is her cut off. Her “good baby” well has run dry. We’ve been road-tripping it all day and we have to press on if we are to get there before midnight.
She’s not going to take it. NO, she’s not going to take it. She’s not going to take it anymore.
She’s fed, she’s clean, she’s exhausted. She actually fell soundly asleep after dinner, just in time for my Party Like A Kid contributors conference call, only to wake, screaming at the sound of my voice trying to carry on a conversation with Mae like I’m NOT attempting to discuss business from a car full of unhappy children and the “wiggle, wiggle” song on in the background.
We pulled off to feed her again, check her diaper again, snuggle, cuddle, kisses. But we cant stay the night at a seedy truck stop. And so she’s still crying.
And this is why brief stints of crying for things like sleep training (at an appropriate age) don’t bother me. There are times in my babies lives that they are just going to have to cry. It doesn’t mean I don’t love them or that I’m not RIGHT HERE. Both my kids have cried for far longer in the backseat of a car then Kendall ever did when we did modified Ferber (sleep training) when he was 6 months old.
Annnnd… Now she sleeps. Shhhhhhh.