The thing about a vacation with a baby is that it's not like those vacations you had before, in Jamaica, Paris, the British Virgin islands, Rome and London, where you slept in, drank booze, and did what you wanted, when you wanted.
All those people who said, "Don't worry, your baby will be sleeping through the night soon enough!" have been lying to you. Or maybe they've blocked out their own sleep deprivation memories like childbirth because the pain is just too much.
I know what you're thinking. We were together every night for a week and then I disappeared. How could I just break it off like I did? The long and short of it is that you all got me through a really awful transition in my life. To be blunt, I used you. Let me explain.
The power of the mother-daughter connection keeps catching me by surprise. I didn't know we would stare at each other for hours after she came out, I didn't know my boobs would squirt milk just thinking about her, and I certainly didn't anticipate this next round of attachment.
It turns out that the "Cry It Out" method of baby sleep training, where you ignore that your kid is screaming, crying and turning 40 shades of purple so that she can break herself out of the habit of being spoiled and cuddled to sleep, does more harm -- way more -- than good.