so we're cracking down on sleep in the kessler household and i'm experiencing my first bout of "stay out of the nursery." eliana is screaming and crying and jeff's been in there for the past fifteen minutes or so (though it feels like hours), trying to soothe her back to sleep, without picking her up, and without letting me in. she has learned the power of her cry. she knows it will bring her right back to the boob. so here we are. our first lesson in tough love. it suddenly will sound quiet and i'll wait to hear jeff's footsteps edging out of elie's room, and then it starts up again, the pained wail of the teething girl. she is too much. so charming and intense, so powerful and helpless, all rolled into one, perfectly put together little package.
i would hold her all night if i could. but i know that's not good for any of us.
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