Exhaustion

I'm not sure if I'm actually getting less sleep in month 7 than during the newborn days, but it sure feels that way.  Eliana doesn't sleep through the night and everyone in this house wakes up early.  Between all the new activities, preschool, teething, potty training and some late nights at work for Mate, my job has become even more demanding.  Since I'm not afraid to admit that it would be really nice to put Eliana in her crib and have her fall asleep, I decided to give the whole "cry-it-out" method a whirl this evening.  Not going to happen-EVER.  I am not one bit interested in the emotional toll that process will take on me.  I will continue to rock this baby to sleep five times a day for as long as she needs me to.  I know I'll never regret each time she rests her head on my shoulder, rubs my arm, holds on to my neck, breathes deeply, or sleeps peacefully in my embrace.  She'll only fit in my arms for so long.  I'm gonna go ahead and enjoy it while I can.