Yeah, I broke her.
Willow has been the best baby all this week. Maybe it's just in comparison with sickly, unhappy Willow of last week, but every day this week has been an absolute joy and I have just spent all my time marveling about what a great kid I have and how lucky I am to be here with her every day. She has been such a love--laughing, crawling, climbing, playing, but never, ever crying.
So, having done some research, I determined that one-year-olds (!) don't need two naps, and that it was time to start transitioning the baby girl to one nice, long, afternoon nap. I had to do this to get her from three naps to two naps, and that was a bit of a challenge, but definitely what she needed. So yesterday, after her thirty-minute nurse and "no, no, no, not sleepy, mommy!" I said, okeedokee. No morning nap for you, then!
So far so good. She was still a joy and a love, and took her afternoon nap without trouble and went to bed without trouble and I went to bed feeling good about my mothering skills.
But then she woke up at 3am. And stayed awake. And cried and cried. And cried. She is currently taking her third nap of the day, because when your day is eleventy million hours long, you need lots of naps.
I broke her. She will never sleep well again.
Okay. On the 3rd, she slept through the night. On the 4th, she didn't take a morning nap (again, didn't seem to need one, so I didn't force her to take one) she did great, but woke up screaming at midnight, and I not only had to nurse her to sleep, but I had to bring her in our bed to do it, and somehow that meant that I "slept" in the lower left quarter of the mattress, all curled up with my feet hanging off the end. How someone so small takes up so much space I will never understand. Co-sleeping? Still not for me.
Obviously that was a dumbass move on my part, but she'd been standing in her crib screaming for 45 minutes, and all I wanted was for the three of us to get some sleep. But egads, people, what on earth is going on here?