Ok, so Katy Jo officially has to be rocked to sleep now if I ever want her to nap. We worked so hard with the sleep training, teaching her to self-sooth and basically just fall to sleep on her own. Now, she is pulling up, holding on to the crib rails with a death grip and screaming her best scream for as long as it takes for mommy to give in. I just can't take the screaming. I'm sure the neighbors must think something awful has happened, like I've fallen and hurt myself, making it impossible to care for my desperate baby. Fridays are bad, because the cleaning lady is mopping our shared stairwell and I can't imagine what she must think. So after about ten minutes, I go rescue the baby and rock her to sleep. The napping process takes double the time. But, that is okay. Because she is growing super fast and I can hardly stand it! I'm trying to really savor these times. I'm thankful for my friend Jan, (who watches Katy Jo) as today she reported that she enjoys the chance to rock and cuddle with Katy Jo. Originally I had asked Jan not to rock Katy Jo to sleep because I didn't want her to become accustom to this special treatment. Now, however, it is practically a requirement. I don't know how long this will last, but at the same time, I don't know how long I will have a little baby that needs rocking.