A portrait of Rory, once a week, every week in 2014. 

Sleeeeep. That's what this week has been about. So much reading on sleep training, so many calls to my mom, so much fear and exhaustion. We moved Rory's crib out of our room. It was heart breaking for me. Suddenly he's no longer a newborn - he's this big kid who is old enough for his own bedroom. But we've become desperate. We set up his nursery with black-out curtains and a loud fan for ambient noise. Then today was the first time we finally let him just cry it out; after feeding him, changing him, rocking him for hours, trying and trying to get him to take a damn nap. He was exhausted. We finally laid him down and let him cry in his crib. Andy paced outside his bedroom with tears in his eyes. I left the apartment and paced outside with no shoes on while I called my mom, crying: are you sure he's not going to hate us? Is this really the best thing for him? It took 25 excruciating minutes but he fell asleep and took a big long two hour nap. And so here we are. Hopefully the beginning of the end of our miserable zombie life.

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