I surrender...

I think 9 1/2 months of sleep deprivation torture is plenty. Most people think it's something I'm doing wrong.

She's too hot.
She's too cold.
She's hungry.
She's got a wet diaper.
She's teething.
It's too light in her room.
I put her to bed too late.
I put her to bed too early.
Her naps aren't good enough -- too short.
Her naps are too good -- too long.
She's not tired.
She's overtired.
She's a night owl.
She's an early riser.

Everyone's got her 'number' but me. What I think, though to most family members and friends, it's all but moot, is that she is the spawn of the devil.

Kidding.

Mostly.

I honestly believe she's just different. She doesn't sleep nearly as much as other babies. I can't explain why. It's just what it is.

At this point, I feel like my only option is to let her cry herself to sleep, as much as I was opposed to that in the beginning. In fact, I did just that for her nap today. It took her 8 minutes. She's now been asleep for an hour and a half.

Before she was born, and up until just recently, I was very opposed to doing it this way. I read an entire book about how to gently coax your baby to sleep. The book has several suggestions, many of which I tried, but it just didn't work -- not one damn bit, in fact.

So, it is what it is. I'm going to be able to live with this decision. Especially if this means she'll sleep better at night.