after two babies who were enthusiastic nursers, to say the least, it's so strange--and more than a little sad--having one who doesn't need that ritual to go to sleep. I guess if anything will teach you to self-soothe, it's five and half months of nights in a hospital. but, watching her pull her lovey up over her face, suck her fingers, and drift off, I am also proud of her. brave Imogen, who goes and does what she has to with steel in her eyes and peace in her smile. there are so many other ways we've worked and learned to make her feel secure, but in this moment, as in so many others, we have to step aside so she can do it on her own. brave me, for letting her lead the way.