tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3728708678905681439.post-68270498998619069342008-05-14T05:37:00.000-07:002008-05-14T05:37:00.000-07:00

My daughter is fifteen, but I vividly remember laying in bed, holding hands with my husband for strength while waiting for her to "cry it out". It paid off, and we never had a problem with her going to bed or trying to crawl into bed with us. But it was TOUGH. I don't think I will ever forget it. Hang in there.

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