Crying it out at 4am

Teaching one's child to sleep on their own, soothe themselves, and fall back asleep when they wake up is NOT a happy process. Apparently, it is THE thing to do, and since nothing else works, and Mama is becoming rediculously tired of being up six, seven, eight times a night, we are finally giving in and letting him "cry it out". Mind you, we are still going in every few minutes and talking to him, rubbing his tummy, and probably trying to soothe ourselves as much as Bryce, but the whole thing is miserable. And this is why, at 4:30 in the morning, I am sitting HERE because what else is there to do while listening to your child wail in his crib for 30 minutes? This is the first time all night that he hasn't gone back to sleep fairly quickly - so I am fairly frustrated. Just when you think you are making some headway, that stubborness rears its ugly head. This is night number two of Crying It Out. Those who have walked this path before us tell us it is SO worth it, and life will be so much better after it. It better be - because this is miserable.