You see, Merrick is my last child and the one I struggled with the most – not just with sleep, but breastfeeding as well. No matter what I did, I caved in.
I was well beyond exhaustion and sleep deprivation as he had not slept once throughout the night, and it came to the point where I needed to do something about it.
We had tried several times to get him to sleep in his crib but after 40 minutes of hysterically crying, one of us would go get him. It was so hard to hear him, and to think that he thought we were abandoning him, broke me.
His pediatrician said he was playing us, but deep down I knew there was no way I could just let him cry it out, but I didn’t know where to turn. I needed someone who could be with me every step of the way to coach me about what to do and be my moral support.