My Mom helped me figure out why sleep-training Jack is so much harder for me than training Nate was. When baby Nate cried he was mad. When Jack cries he's sad. Boy is there a difference in those two little words.
Nate just wanted a boob in his mouth; anything else made him furious. Jack wants a boob, too, but he wants me there. And I do love it, even as much as I want him to sleep, even as much as I want my boys to be independent. Jack's arms around my neck is better than almost anything.
But it's time to be tough, and I'm doing my best. Right now I'm focusing on letting him sleep unswaddled on his belly and cry to sleep when I can bear it. It's the best I can do right now.