Sedona woke up hungry and instead of prolonging the inevitable we decided to kick off the day of hell with the sunrise. Brooke pumped fresh and made herself scarce while I went to work. As you can imagine, Sedona refused the bottle and let me know she was sticking to her guns. Foolish child. Her cause was hopeless. Once started I took on the persona of a Lion refusing to unlock his jaw after catching his prey. I put her down, put in my ear plugs, strapped the head phones on top, and let her cry it out. After 2 hours she eventually fell into a fitful sleep (seen above). I left her bib on as a subtle signal to her that we would be trying again...
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