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Year Three: Day 259: Sleep Training a Wild Banshee





What a lovely Saturday I have had so far. And it is not yet even 9 a.m.!  Perhaps I should take the plunge and shift from night owl to early bird!

I had a lovely breakfast early this morning at Valerie's Restaurant in Vancouver with my mother. Before sunrise even! Those "potato chunks" were divine!

Then we went to watch Baby Gracie while my daughter went in to work for a few hours.

My most sleep deprived daughter!

I spent the night in my daughter and son-in-law's trailer last night. My daughter attempted her first night of "sleep training" with Baby Gracie last night. We dimmed the lights, put on a CD of lullabies played by saxophone. Then she fed, had a bedtime story, we sang her a song and said a prayer. Then her mom walked around the room so she could say goodnight to her daddy, me and her stuffed toys. Then she placed her gently in her crib with a blanket. We all smiled. We sat and looked at each other. It was so quiet!

It was also short lived. Soon the little trailer was filled with shrieking. Not crying. Baby Gracie doesn't cry. She screams. Like a wild banshee. Not that I've ever heard the scream of a wild banshee. But it's how I imagine it would sound.  But I'm content never coming face to face to face with a banshee. They are just figments of Irish folklore, after all. But most creepy!

Anyway, to make a long story short, Baby Gracie shrieked. We tried to console her by walking, rocking, singing, patting her back.

She was inconsolable. She knew what she wanted at bedtime. For her mama to nurse her to sleep.  Which she eventually did. She slept from about 10:30 until 4:00 a.m. At which point my daughter nursed her back to sleep. She was still sleeping at 6:30 a.m. when I went to breakfast.

Sleep training night number one was a failure.

I received a call from my daughter today around lunch time. She has not given up on the sleep training. Most determined is she!  She is doing much research. And taking videos of their progress. 

I will keep you posted!

But tonight I am looking forward to peaceful sleep. Without wild, shrieking banshees!

Tomorrow is a new day. And I will talk to you then!

Love,

Zita




P.S. Here is today's hooping video. Day 220!






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