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I've always got so much to say. I'm going to write down some of the things that are flying around in my head from day to day. Most of it will be about my little family and our day to day lives.

We are a family of four. A husband and wife with two little ones. A girl and a boy. What a lot of people would call a 'perfect family'. We are far from perfect.

Lately I've been thinking a lot about our little Noah. He is four months old and really doesn't do much but sleep, eat, complain about his first tooth that is just about to pop through his gums and well, lay around a lot. Noah is not a great sleeper. His older sister wasn't a great sleeper. We let her continue to be a poor sleeper until one day I finally had had enough. And we let her cry herself to sleep. It was one of the worst things I have ever had to do as a parent.

A year ago we found out we were pregnant with Noah. The first thing I felt was excitement and then a creeping feeling came from the depths of my mind and reminded me that I was going to have to 'Cry it out' with this new child. I had hoped that we wouldn't have to do it, but my hopes were dashed.

For the past three days we have put Noah to sleep in his crib and allowed him to fall asleep on his own. He has cried a lot. A whole lot.

I'm sorry Noah for leaving you in there alone. I love you and I know that you can sleep on your own. I wish it didn't have to be this way. Luckily you'll never remember... but I will.

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