So, due to the super-awful sleep we had the night before, yesterday commenced sleep training for Maeve. I almost died.
Sleep training is awful, no fun, miserable, and blessedly brief. It's like a 3 hour root canal - you're so happy when it's over you forget how bad it was during. Yesterday I put her down in her crib awake for her second morning nap, and as a few books suggested, went in to comfort her every five minutes. For an hour. She was so mad at me for coming in and not giving her what she wanted, I think it just prolonged her misery. It took her nearly an hour to fall asleep, and she only slept for half an hour.
For her afternoon nap, I put her down awake and went in after fifteen minutes of shrieking. Again, this only made it worse, so I just left her alone till she fell asleep, half an hour later. She slept great last night, and even put herself back to sleep this morning a few times. It was amazing.
I type in silence, with both my hands today, which is the first time in... ever... that I've gotten to type my blog without a sleeping baby on my lap. Expect longer, more thoughtful posts! Today she cried for ten minutes. This is a huge improvement over 45! I'm so relieved, and glad I did this, even though at the outset it seemed like baby torture. Every time she wakes up I tell her how smart and great she is, what a big girl sleeping in her crib for naps, and putting herself to sleep!
Soon I think we can move her crib back into her room. But for now, as I told my friend yesterday, one impossible thing at a time.