I love sleep more than I love almost everything in this world. If I weren't so sleep-deprived most of the time, I'd write poetry professing my love. Sleep in incredible. Sleep is peaceful. Sleep is pure bliss. So, when my infant didn't feel the same way about sleep as I do, she had to learn. So, no, I won't apologize for sleep training my child, and I won't apologize for encouraging sleep training for other children, either. To be quite honest, sleep training my baby was one of the easiest decisions I ever made as a parent. I didn't agonize over it at all. I didn't spend unnecessary hours on the internet researching the ins and the outs of sleep training. I just did it, and it worked.
My mother once told me that her grandmother, who raised her, was a die-hard believer in sleep training. She sleep-trained all of her kids and grandkids and swore that teaching babies how to self-soothe is the best gift you can give them. I don't know what I believe, really, but I do believe in sleep. I really believe in getting as much of it as possible. So, I didn't really question the need for sleep training, I just knew I wanted to start sleeping again. I knew it wasn't normal for my baby to wake up so many times during the night, and that it would continue to be difficult for her to put herself back to sleep if I didn't intervene.
My daughter wasn't waking up because she was hungry or because she was distraught or in pain, she was waking up because she couldn't get into a sleep cycle. As soon as I could come to her room she'd be wide awake and playful, because she thought it was time to hang out and chat. Well, this mom doesn't play at 3:00 a.m, so sleep training it was, and here's why I wasn't a little bit sorry about making that decision: