Sometimes it's the small things that get us through. You'll hear from so many people in so many contexts to just take things a day at a time, which I think is sound advice. But sometimes, you just have to celebrate the daily victories that get you through, which, with enough coming consistently, may just yield new milestones.
Small victory #1:
Adria has yielded in her hatred of the bath! In fact, she's even SMILED! (If Jason hadn't come in when he did and witnessed it, he would never have believed me.) Now that she's a bit bigger and able to sit with help, I'm just putting her in the little baby bathtub. Water a little warmer than my safety rubber duckie would like. Lavender bedtime bath from Johnson's. But probably the most important thing--froggies and duckies. (Thanks mom, er, Santa, for the little rubber duckies and froggies! Adria thinks it's great when "Frankie Froggie" squirts water on her tummy!) We have even lingered, on several occasions, long enough for Adria to get pruny fingers and toes for the first time!
AND, this small victory has been going on for almost a week. We may be at "milestone" level by now!
Small victory #2:
I announce this victory with much more fear and trepidation. But the circumstances are such that I just don't know how much longer I can get up with Adria in the middle of the night. I am wearing down, and am not a nice mommy when I'm exhausted and worn so thin. So, whether the stars aligned, or whether some strategies we're working on are finally paying dividends, or whether she was just so tired it made it happen, but last night was the first night we decided to let Adria cry-it-out for her middle of the night feeding (thank you so much for your support, Jason!), and after waking at 1:30 a.m., within 10 minutes she was back asleep, and she slept all the way through until I WOKE her at 7:20 this morning.
We are nowhere near milestone level with this one, and so many things about last night were just unusual. I had given her about a half teaspoon of rice cereal during her 7:00 p.m. feeding. She woke herself at 10:30 for her last feeding of the night, but had a HARD time going back down, fighting until probably 11:30 p.m. She awoke early, at 1:30 a.m. instead of the typical 3 a.m. or thereabouts. And who knows what variables will change for tonight's sleep session. But I will grasp with hope onto this small victory, and will hold fast to it in the days to come when the challenge roars much more loudly. It wasn't sleeping through the night. She awoke at 1:30 a.m. But. I still absolutely count it as a victory.