E was only awake TWICE after we went to bed last night, and both times she nursed then S soothed her back to sleep in her bed after only a few minutes! She slept from 10:30-1:15ish, 1:30ish-4:45, and 4:45-6:30ish. For those of you keeping score, that is two three-hour stretches... which may sound horrific to a normal person, but compared to how E has been sleeping, is amazing. Hooray!
As for naps yesterday, she pretty much split the difference. Her first nap, I put her down and she got quiet after only four minutes of fussing. She never went to sleep, but she stayed in her bed and quietly rested for over an hour. YAY for soothing herself and resting quietly without screaming through "nap" time!
Then, she turned around and fought her second nap with everything she had. 60 solid minutes of screaming/crying/fussing. Total nap FAIL.
Bedtime started out strong, but then crashed and burned. Since she had skipped her second nap of the day, E was beyond ready for bed by 6:00 p.m. We put her down and she fussed and whined (but not screaming and tantrum-ing!) on and off for about 45 minutes. She got more upset around 7:00 p.m., so we checked her diaper to be sure she didn't pull one of her patented I-don't-want-to-go-to-sleep-poops, then laid her back down and soothed her for a few minutes. Asleep at 7:14 p.m. Success! Then she woke up around 8:00 p.m. and would. not. go. back. to. sleep. although she was so, so exhausted. S and I took turns soothing her every 30 minutes or so while she fussed and cried for two and a half hours. At 10:30 p.m., I noticed she had been quiet for several minutes and went back to check on her. This is what I found.
|Just pretend this baby is blonde and in a Pack-N-Play, not on a shelf.|
Sleeping standing up, with her head on the rail of the Pack-N-Play. For the second night in a row. I gently laid her down and she (mercifully) stayed asleep.
I don't know why, but in that moment of seeing her like that, I felt so incredibly sad and guilty. I'm sure I was just projecting my own emotions on the situation, but I teared up when I saw her standing there sleeping and could only think of how she must have been standing back in that room, literally for hours, waiting for her Mama and Dada who never came. It was heartbreaking. I'm going to cry again now just thinking about it!
Thankfully, I feel a little less guilty today due to her being in a great mood. I can tell she got some real rest last night for the first time in weeks. She has been happy and goofy and doesn't appear to hate me, so that makes me feel much better. :-) I am hoping tonight is even easier!