Thank goodness she's cute right!!!.. lets start at the beginning.. It all did seem to easy. Right from the get go this little miss ate and slept. 2 hrs like it was her JOB. Woke once, MAYBE 2x a night and nurturing was a piece of cake. I distinctly remember saying to Dan, "This kid is a star" ... I probably jinxed myself. Around 4 weeks of age the naps started changing. It became much harder to put her down but I knew that it was going to happen and thought it would end soon. Her room was dark, her swaddle was on and her feeds were before sleep... I had everything in place so it wouldn't last long.... I thought..  Her nights were still great, the odd time it was taking her longer to get back to sleep and those nights really did kill me, but we survived. She was in our room so there was no escaping the cries and fusses, I heard it all and it did just seem easier to lay with her or rock her to sleep... and I did.. Against everything I knew to be right and wrong... but it didn't help! 
5 weeks old and naps were not any better but we were out so much that I didn't notice. At 6 weeks we went to a cottage.. Co incidentally Debbie was in italy. BAM like a tonne of bricks it hit me. The girl was on 4 naps a day and she could NOT transition. EVERY NAP FOR A WHOLE WEEK, 45 minutes. .. ..I had to stop and shake my head.. What was going on? There was lots of nurturing to be had. I had a chat with a friend to go over my checklist and realized I was forgetting my reset/emergency naps. It's so different when you are the trainee and not the trainer! My frustration was truly setting in.. "why couldn't she do it.. What was I doing wrong???" We brought her home and it still continued.. 7 weeks came and went.. no change. i was lucky if i got 3 good naps that whole week.  at 8 weeks there was no change for naps but i had a night that my older daughter was out of the house for the night and i put Giulia in her own room... we all went to bed at 10 and i woke up at 6am in a full out panic.. she had not woken up...  i walked into her room quietly and holding my breath ... she was still sleeping!! slept through till 7am till i woke her up and kissed her like a crazy person.. i did think it was a fluke but then night after night it continued.She was officially sleeping 10 hrs overnight by the end of 8 weeks old (NOTE: these are not typical results although they can happen it took a lot of hard work for us both).. naps never got better though... they were the same or worse and i was about ready to lose my mind, 9 weeks came and went (Bre... i was starting to think that your little William would find his perfect match). Naps were HORRIFIC!!! Many calls have/had been made to Debbie... many texts to my PERSON for advice.. And guess what.. IM DOING NOTHING WRONG... I cried when she yelled (she's never had tears and always ALWAYS calms when I walk into her room). Ive altered her schedule and she's now sleeping 8pm-7am (again.. NOT THE NORM for majority of babies).. This week we have seen a glimmer of hope.. She's been napping 2 hrs in the swing.. So we will keep that up for a bit to help her catch up on sleep and go back to he crib. 

Its been tough. I have officially had one of each baby. My son I was clueless on everything. I called Debbie as a client as he slept 45 minutes and barely slept overnight. By Implementing the babeez program as a client he ACED everything and was a dream sleeper for nights and naps from 4.5 mos on to today at 4.5 years. My daughter, 21 mos later, I was a trainer and implemented the nurturing program with her for the first time. That little one napped like a champ... so much so that we often said "do we even have another baby?" ... her struggle was always the overnight and it took her till just over 5-6 mos till nights became consistent.. (i even blogged on it)  Even right now at 3 years old she's been testing me nightly waking up and crying for NO REASON at all. She's sharing a room with her brother and it's driving me bonkers. But theres nothing wrong. 
And now my last baby is an overnight SUPERSTAR!! Naps are her Achilles heel... and its torturous to me. Im learning so much and in one way it's giving me the tools I need to help others. Its hard. Im not going to lie.. I have caught myself many times thinking .. "thats it, I'm done, I'm throwing in the towel" and then I stop and think... "what am I going to throw it in to? Really... what else would I do?" In a few moments of personal insanity I considered just laying with her.. I didn't want to nurture anymore... and then I had to stop and think.. I have 2 other kids that need me. Thats not even a remote possibility and what would either of us truly gain. So I push forward... I watch for ANY positive I can find and you bet I jump for joy and share with anyone I can. Even if its just one good nap i'll take it!! The glimpse of hope is there... I know she's going to get it.. i know she's on her way and this is shaping her up to understand whats expected of her and knowing that daddy or i will always come and see her to be sure she's ok.. we love her to pieces.. and i truly believe that THAT is why she isn't truly crying and more shouting in frustration... 

What I'm proud of most.. Is that we have worked her schedule into our life. We keep going. And maybe thats a bit of the reason why she's a bit behind on naps but its how life has to be.. We have been to the zoo, a cottage, farms, playdates, safaris, wonderland, birthdays, restaurants, meetings , etc. We have a trip planned for a conference in sept so she will also have a time change and a 4 Hr flight. And I'm not scared of it!! I'm not scared to do anything because I know that together we are moving forward. It may be slow for naps and fast for night but she's still getting there. She's 11 weeks old on Monday (I think.. Maybe 12.. I forget to be honest) and she has a smile that melts my heart. I cherish every snuggle and every smile.. She's happy, she's chubby & she's loved beyond words, she's a bit stubborn but she's perfect... even if she's the antinapper from outer space ... she's my antinapper and my gosh do I LOVE HER!!!! 

..... Well, this post is long overdue... sorry.. I've been sleeping!! 

Not even sure where to start. So i'll start with labour.. Man o Man was I impatient... yet this little nugget was waiting for her due date.. The short and sweet version of it is that everything went perfect.. At home.. With my aunt, my amazing photographer and midwives.. Funny.. We went to bed talking about vasectomy's.. Yup.. Thats booked!! My husband was saying how he would be nervous and he didn't know what to expect but he knew it would hurt.. I gave him a look, a kiss and went to bed. BAM!! A few hours later the pain was on me like a tonne of bricks.  I had been 2-5 cm dilated for a week and a half. By the time the midwife came I was 8 cm dilated at 4am..... As I was labouring and DH was sitting and watching.... I gave him an ever so loving WIFEY look of "hows this for pain!!!" the room was in hysterics... all but him of course!!! It was still a long road and she was finally born at 10:21am .. AMAZING.. My husband actually got to deliver her. It was an experience that he couldn't even describe. Our little baby who we were told would never be was in my arms... and life as we knew it was complete. Introducing Giulia... and a bit of our birth experience... 

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Well.. let me tell you.. so far its really not much more work then with 2. my kids ages are 4.5 and JUST turned 3. THEY ARE BUSY!!!! I need to keep them occupied and Giulia has just been coming along for the ride. She eats when she's Suppose to. Sleeps as well as she can on the go. Detests the carseat and her siblings love her to PIECES!! We were out getting groceries at 5 days old, at a party at a week old and at african lion safari at 2 weeks old. Life hasn't paused for a second.. My recovery time was almost instant and I'm very fortunate for that. Giulia nursed great from the get go and was gaining steadily. (wait till you see her now at 11 weeks old).. Sleep... now that is another post... Wait till you hear about THAT!!!!  

What a surprise.. I'm PREGNANT!!! I'm a planner.. and this baby was not planned. I was starting to get comfortable with the idea of just 2.... My million dollar family. We were not 100% certain yet but just pushed it aside and would talk about it in a bit. Both my husband and I happy with that. 
In september i went to a conference with my husband .. KIDLESS. Amazing fun. We then took our kids to Florida the week later. It was our year of travel. I had noted my period was late but didn't think much about it. A trip to the dollar store for some colouring books and i thought "oh... i should grab some tests... always great to have on hand". I came home.. ready to take a shower and thought... "ah, what the heck" i took the test DEAD SET it was negative. After my shower i checked.. 2 lines... puzzled and convinced that meant negative i grabbed the box.. OMG!!! i cannot begin to tell you the influx of thoughts that went through my head and quite honestly most of them were "I'm not ready for this... i can barely cope with 2 little busy bodies". I yelled for my husband to come upstair (and leave the kids downstairs) He comes up casually.. walking into the bathroom and me standing there, deer in the headlights look on my face holding this 2 lined test. He asks "is this a joke?" of course my reaction "does this look like a joke?? do i look like I'm joking?" (note.. the first sentence i put.. IM A PLANNER and this was not the PLAN). i honestly hit him a few times in shock "what happened, weren't we careful?" Panic set in and the tears began to flow. It took me a good 3 days of digesting this news. This was just before thanksgiving. In the end .. we were of course happy. Just a HUGE shock!! Everything was going to be ok.. it was going to be great!. We told no one and had full plans on keeping it that way for a while. 

A few days after thanksgiving i had a horrible throat infection. So bad that it had me in tears. Unable to swallow but no diagnosis. It was not strep but i had a HUGE lump right under my chin. If you know me at all you know that being a paramedic i avoid the emerge like the plague when I'm not at work.... so much in fact that i have my kids at home and out of the hospital. The pain was so severe that i went on my own to the hospital. I was admitted (after a few hours) to critical care and was told that I most likely had Epiglottis. They offered me iv antibiotics that they said were safe but prior to that they had offered me 2 types of meds that were in fact NOT safe in pregnancy. Having some medical background at least helped me catch all this but still had me in complete worry of taking anything. I knew i had to make a choice to trust that these antibiotics were ok and that if i didn't take them i had the risk of completely losing my airway and causing massive complications to my life. (note... i had 2 clients i was helping at this time i was in the hospital - thanks to debbie for helping me when i couldn't answer). I left the hospital with meds and complete worry. 

I checked in with my doc a few days later and expressed my worry about my baby. I was only 6-7 weeks along. He said there was no harm in an ultrasound and gave me a requisition. It was a huge sigh of relief. I booked that ASAP and went on my own. The tech did her testing and showed me the "sac" but did explain that i was very early along and i most likely would need to come back. I left happy enough that things were forming as they should. The next day I got a call from my doc to come in and review the results. Fairly typical for him to do. I went to the appointment with my daughter. He informed me that the findings were not good. I had a blighted ovum or anembryonic gestational pregnancy. In laments terms (which i had no clue at the time) the pregnancy takes. The sperm and egg fertilize and implant but the chromosomes never align and a baby is never actually formed. Most people wouldn't know this and would miscarry around 10 weeks thinking they miscarried a baby but it may have just been the sac. He assured me it was nothing i did. Nothing i took and that this happened at conception. I opted to take my results and discuss my options with my midwife. I was a disaster. All of a sudden something i was not prepared for and not sure i even wanted at the time was being torn away from me. Ive been fortunate. Ive had 2 pregnancies and 2 perfect at home labours resulting in 2 perfect kids. This was foreign to me and I always felt heartbroken for parents who lost or couldn't conceive. All of a sudden i was realizing that I was going to lose a baby and fully understand that heartache. I was devastated and confused.My husband also was heartbroken. We hugged, we cried and we said we were going to be ok. We had 2 beautiful kids and this didn't mean that we could never have more in the future.  I went to my midwife who explained the process and gave me options of how to speed up the miscarriage or how to proceed to let it happen on its own. Knowing I'm a low intervention kind of person i opted to give myself 3 weeks to let things happen. Through all this i was told i would have ALL signs of normal pregnancy. Which for me is nausea, vomiting, more vomiting and MORE vomiting. Every time i threw up (which was multiple times a day) i cried thinking that all this was for nothing. There was no baby. i was throwing up for nothing. I dealt as best as i could for 2 weeks. By week 3 i was hitting a point that depression and daily crying (all day) was getting to be too much. Even seeing my healthy kids wasn't working. I kept focusing on the loss. I decided that i couldn't do it anymore. I needed to move forward. So at 10 weeks I was going to book my D&C. I went to see my doc who suggested another ultrasound to confirm and then i could book something with my midwives. The day before my ultrasound was the worst day i think i have had in my life. I was alone at night, Both kids in bed sleeping and i was laying in bed completely a mess. Tears weren't even enough. It was a flood of emotions. How is it that something that i was so mad about happening in the first place be something now that i was devastated to lose. I was understanding now what people have to deal with over and over again. But this was only one time. ONE TIME for me. I was crying out of sympathy. To parents who have lost..... my utmost respect and sympathy to you. What a horrible feeling.. i know i am truly blessed. In all of this.... i continued my trainings. I cancelled no one and continued to help as hard as it was. Trainings with my clients was not about me. It was about you and your family. 







The next day, i hugged my husband and the kids and i went on my own to the ultrasound clinic. I walked in and told the tech that i knew it was a blighted ovum and just wanted confirmation. I was already crying. She started moving the wand around and not talking.... after a few minutes i couldn't take the silence "did you find it? The sac?' Her response "Yes...i found it... But i also found your baby. You are 10 weeks pregnant.. look... theres the heartbeat" Imagine my reaction. I couldn't even look i was trembling and the tears of disbelief. When i was able to see again i looked at the screen. There it was. a little bean and a little perfect heartbeat. She finished her tests as i just played there and cried. I cried all the way home and when i got in the door my husband ran to me and just hugged me. "ok" he said "lets call the midwife" .... "NO!!... we can't do that.... we are having a baby" The look on his face was complete confusion. i had to explain everything to him and all we could do was cry together. A miracle. A second chance. I wanted this baby more then anything. Something in the beginning i took for granted and didn't understand how quickly it could swap around... my goodness what a hard lesson to learn!.. What a blessing.. 

I know I'm one of the lucky ones. I had mourned a loss of a baby that i didn't fully lose. I want to send my hugs and my utmost respect to the parents who did not have the outcome i had and who actually had to go through the miscarry process in its entirety. My respect to you. I can only say i had a smidgen of a taste of what that would be and it was overly painful. Today my baby is healthy and 21 weeks old. Im due June 15th, and i am savouring every moment (even all the vomiting- I didn't complain once after knowing). Im taking time to stop and feel every kick and every movement because something is different this time. We are so excited (and scared) to be a family of 5 where we, as adults are outnumbered by kids, but i wouldn't trade it for anything... and hey.. at least sleep is the least of my concerns lol. 

Thank you so much for taking time to read this. (sorry about the lack of caps on the "i's" I'm soooo bad at that.. i just type as I would speak my story. Sometimes too fast to correct my I's

The soother!!!!!

I can't tell you how many times I've had moms tell me the following-my baby keeps spitting their soother out. They don't like it. 
Or-I've bought every soother on the market. He hates them!!

I was  lucky (IMO) that both my kids took their soother. But they weren't born and   instantly took their soother and kept it in their mouth. I actually had to teach  them how to keep it in their mouth. It's a skill. Just like riding a bike or  tying their shoes.

So what happened. When my babies were born. I first started by nursing. As often as I could and then eventually on a  schedule. At  that time I didn't offer a soother. After about a week (because my milk came in)  i knew that I would only offer a soother AFTER a good nurse so that's what  I did. I nursed well. And if my babies were asleep. I swaddled them up and put  them down. But if they were still wanting to suck I would place a soother in  their mouth. My soothers of choice were avent.  Once they started to suck I  would slowly and gently pull the soother out of their mouth.  And watch and teach  them to keep sucking on the soother a bit but not
compleatly. This taught them  to suck on it to keep it in their mouth. Of course
sometimes it would fall out.  In fact in the beginning it was a lot. But I took the time to teach them. Yes  babies are born to suck. But just like us in becoming new parents. It's all a  new skill. And with new skills practice is needed. It took about 2 mos of  practice but you know what, they got it!!! 

Now here's the thing. Going  out and buying a million different kinds of soothers isn't going to help.  Because every time you switch to a new soother you have to start all over again.  You need to teach them a new shape. A different way to form their tongue to hold  onto their soother. So pick one. And be patient.

It may not work or you  may not want to give a soother at all. Some babies are ok with that.  But some  babies are just big suckers!!!  So watch for those signs. If your baby has a  good feed and still wants to suck. They may need a soother. If your baby eats  and is content. Then maybe they don't.

It's inevitable that your child  may wake and cry. But that's when sleep nurturing comes into place before 16  weeks, or sleep training after 16 weeks. At this time we can give them a chance  to soothe themselves without a soother. Of course if you do have to go to your  child offer them the soother. Once they are older you can limit the amount of  times you offer it and we do suggest that. A soother does help soothe but it's  not the only thing we want them to know. We do want to teach self soothing as  well

Once your child is old enough to grasp with their hands. Instead of putting the soother in your child's mouth for them. Put the soother in their hand and put their hand to their mouth. Try to do this every time that you offer the soother. You Will teach them this way. Once they can do this you can throw a  few soothers in the crib. At this time you would want breathable bumpers as  well. it will keep all of them from falling to the floor. Thank me later. I  swear at one point we had 6 in the crib. But they found them all themselves and  we never got out of bed. at the age of one the soothers never left the crib. All  of them stayed there and self soothing during awake time became a Must. In  public or at home. There was no easy pop a soother in. When we got up in the  morning or after a nap I taught them to leave the soother in the crib. 

The other question I hear is. When do I take the soother away. That's  very much your choice. If you have chosen to sleep train with us. You would pick  a time you are comfortable with and teach it away. By that time your child is  already sleeping the night and most likely putting the soother in their mouth on  their own.  We started getting rid of them as they got older and before they  were 2 we removed/will remove them all. Yes. Some training may occur. But they  understand that their crib means sleep and they  will catch on faster then you  think. Have confidence in them and commit. Once  you remove it. You should be  sure that it's gone throw them out. With my son.  He started biting through them  so it became a hazard and I had him throw them out. One by one as he bit through  them. One day. He bit through his last one.  No choice left. It had to be done.  Nights were fine. Nap took 2 days to lengthen. Then it was like nothing  happened

So in the end. Know that like anything. Give it time. If it's  something you want to offer then work with  your child to teach them how. The  same applies with bottles.

I'll touch on that in the next newsletter.

Take care and sleep well.
Sabrina Crimeli

A year... can you believe it!!!.. my lil baby is a year!!  Sorry for the lack of blogs.. I got caught up in the "parenting life" and the blogs fell behind.
So, what does my baby turning a year mean? It means that its time to return to work. To get my butt back out on the streets of Hamilton and provide patient care. I do enjoy my "job," I enjoyed it more before I found my true calling of being a mom. The thought of returning to work was daunting. I tried to find any way I could to get out of it. Obviously, I didn't win the lottery so my lunch is packed and my Uniform is out and ready. I have really been in denial. I refused to believe that my DD was turning a year old. I knew that 2 days after her birthday id have to leave her and my son. This time, I knew I would be returning to work for a longer haul. Back to 12 hour days and 12 hour nights 2 to 5 shifts per week. When I returned to work after having my son I was only there 2 weeks before finding out I was pregnant. So mat leave was in my line of sight again and another year off with him.

But something changed this time around. Parenting wasn't as stressful. I was more relaxed. I enjoyed every minute from start to finish. The bond I have with my daughter is so different. She pulls at my heart just a lil bit more. My son is mr independent. Does great in any scenario (or so I thought). He is use to daycare and thrives there. I wasn't ready to send my daughter to daycare yet (though I'm sure she would love to go). Im fortunate to have my mom available to watch her. 
I've been back to work for 2 weeks, and it is so hard. My first 2 shifts on the road I thought I was doing great. Of course I talked about my kids to anyone that would listen and showed off pics any chance I could. And then it happened. Shift 2, hour 11 of 12. I got a phone call from my mom. "Sabrina, Im sorry to call you but HE has never been like this. Gabe (my son) wont stop crying for him mommy". I can hear him in the background and my heart breaks. The tears start flowing and I'm a mess. My (male) partner (with no children) looks at me like I'm a fool. I promise my lil guy i'll be home as soon as I can , hang up and try to compose myself. I did good. 2 days before I even shed a tear. Not bad — I accepted it as part of a process. AND THEN IT HAPPENS!!... The dreaded call that will put me into overtime and cause me to not get home until after bedtime. After a few choice words, I pick myself up and I try to convince myself I'm doing the best I can and he knows I will do my best to get home. 
I made it home just after bedtime but my mom kept them up for me. The excitement in both of there faces to see me melted my heart. The hugs were what I needed. My son loves to see me in uniform. "mommy, you the ambulance. Weee whooo weeeee whooo," "Yes, buddy I am" My daughter just smiles at me and thats all it takes. 
Integrating back into the daily work atmosphere is tough, but for most of us, a requirement. Our hearts stay at home with our kids. There are somethings that I missed and have enjoyed. Adult conversation - WOW... a change from the norm. It's not all baby talk but talk about everything and sharing stories. I have to say though, My ability to talk to my kids have come in handy lol. Though haven't put any of my patients in time out there are many patients that need to be spoken to like kids. 
I know that I'm working FOR them. I have to give it my 100% while away from them at work but on my days off. Its 110% focus on them. They have my full attention and we have fun. Planning outings and park/play dates. Its gonna take me a bit to get use to this new working mommy role. But I'm confident i'll figure it out. I'm gonna ace it!!!

If you are reading this and about to return to work. It's ok to have a cry. Its normal to have a cry. Embrace it as part of a process. It doesn't make you weak. It makes you a parent. A DAMN GOOD PARENT!!!!!

You know when people tell you NOT to compare babies and you tell yourself you wont.... BUT YOU DO!!... If i did, I should be really worried for various reasons.

This is a photo of my son at my daughters age now.. He was almost 9 mos old.. he was going down slides on his own at the park and i was catching him at the bottom, he was crawling (at 7 mos), had 4 teeth (by 7 mos), was signing for milk (at 8 mos), , pulling himself to standing (by 8 mos), saying MaMa and DaDa... CRAZY!!... then theres my daughter.. WAY WAY behind in one way.. but could eat my son under the table!!! (even now she eats more or the same as him.. Hes 2.5 i remind u.. shes 9 mos old)

I did a lot more i find with my son. I did signing and play groups. As much as i want to do all those things with my daughter i find myself overwhelmed with finding a balance. My son is high energy and though my DIVA daughter is pretty low key, When she is in a mood.. LOOK OUT!! Playdates are our out when my son is a daycare and its our one on one time together. i cherish it.. I use to do nighly massages with my son.. and i could, there was only one baby needing a bedtime. i find myself missing doing that with my daughter even though i want to.

The other day i pulled out his baby calendar because i was curious when i dropped his 3rd nap... it was at 8 mos... my daughter is almost 9 mos and we have just dropped it (see next blog). Then i started looking through it more.. WOW.. thank gosh i didnt do that sooner... I couldn't believe what he was doing in comparison. My daughter can sit up.. my son never sat.. he crawled, thats it. My DD is almost 9 mos old. No teeth, no crawling barely babbling, just screaming, no pulling herself up and still taking 3 naps a day. At first i was worried then i realized... FANTASTIC.. she gets to stay a baby even longer then he did. Then in one week.. BAM!! dropped a nap.. started to crawl.. got 2 teeth, and pulling herself to her knees... COME ON!.. i thought too soon.  She read my mind!!!!

I watch both of my kids daily and they are amazing. i totally can understand that its hard to see another baby eating, sleeping, walking, talking, rolling, etc faster then your own baby... but just as we do thing at our own pace so do they.. and lets face it.. dont we want them to stay little as long as possible.. im dreading my return to work and having to leave them more often. they are my world. I'll take every slow moment as it comes... because they are happening way too fast.. my calendar got flooded with milestones in one week... so did my face.... full of tears!! My babies are growing up.... at their own pace and with our guidance... 
AND THEY ARE AMAZING!!!

Please share things you compared about your kids, or if you compared them to other kids and what you felt.

The BURST.. for those of you who don't know what that is. Its and unexplained "burst" of random wakes for no rhyme or reason. Can be both naps and/or overnight.. its annoying and it makes you wonder "WHY OH WHY is my child waking?". You go through your head and run through everything to see if you have missed anything. Majority of the time you haven't, so your child really shouldn't be waking... but they are. Well rest assured that even we have burst in our home. We aren't immune to them and i can tell you, they do suck. Teething can be a major cause of bursts. Once you have offered pain relief there really isnt much else you can do but to train through them. 

What not to do. A BURST is a really big test.. its kind of a make or break. At these times its when you teach your baby how things are going to be. If i abandoned my training and went in to pick DD up then i have failed my own test and she has tricked me.. the burst will turn into a habit. She just learned how to get what she wants. 

A few weeks ago we were having some pretty tough naps.. DD is almost 9 mos and we were on the cusp of dropping to 2 naps a day. Im not one to want to move through my schedules fast as i really don't like change. I want set that she really needed the change and i felt she was testing me. She started this "burst" on a monday and woke early from her 1st nap, again from her 2nd but took her 3nrd fine. The next day she cried over an hour for her 2nd nap with my DH. He's normally pretty good with training her but he ended up ending her nap leaving me with a cranky tired baby. The next day she tried it with me... She didn't win. Even though my DH kept trying to tell me i was fighting a losing battle (a battle of wits i call it).  Here's the thing... yes she could have been teething.. so i offered meds. IT STILL SUCKED! i was at my computer typing away trying to distract myself from running up there immediately and picking her up. My DH came down to kindly ask me "um, cant you hear her?". Yes of course i can, the monitor is right in front of me. Ive been watching it and rooting her on. I know she can do it. She's being stubborn like only MY daughter knows how. After 4 days of her TEST, she gave up... back to her normal sleep patterns. If her test lasted a week, i would have gone to a 2 nap a day schedule. Next time she tests me, i know it will be time. 

In the last 9 mos my sleep training journey has been amazing. Amazing, but tough. I've experienced more hiccups with my daughter then with my son. Interesting because i knew NOTHING when i trained my son. I was a client. Nothing more. I know so much more now and thats most likely why i question everything. 
This is just a reminder that bumps in the road happen.. EVEN to me. Its how we handle them that matters. 

Sleep training is the initial process... after your child is trained... thats where maintenance kicks in... JUST like a diet.. once you lose the weight... you gotta keep it in mind always or you will just end up back to where you started.. keeping the weight off is hard... gaining it is easy! Its something to keep in mind when you experience your own BURST!

Stay tuned for my next blogs...
-Milestones being made... time to drop the crib (uh oh)
-WE HAVE TEETH!
-Why you cant compare children ... no 2 are alike (Especially mine)