It's not the same as cry it out. Well, it is in one respect- it still rips my heart out of my chest and drop-kicks it against the wall.
I had a lot to say about it, I thought, but that's really it. It sucks and I hate it but sometimes it is the only way this baby will sleep.
Between that and going back to work monday (MONDAY), I may have to be institutionalized before mid-March.
I never used to be this soft. I'm like a kitten's belly.