Life, it has been busy. We've either been out during the day or suffering from extremely short naps, which explains why it's been almost a week since I've been back here.
In my last post, I worried about Olivia's sleep issues and how they would affect her uncle, aunt and cousin, who were kind enough to keep her this weekend while we led our retreat. As it turns out, I shouldn't have worried. Combine her aunt's superstar childcare abilities with the added excitement/exhaustion brought about by spending the weekend playing with her cousin, and you have a recipe for great sleeping. I even managed to get her to lay down Sunday night and go to sleep without climbing out of her crib. I had to stand at her door and tell her to lay back down every time she stood up for fifteen minutes, but still.
Yesterday, I put Olivia to bed at 6:30 p.m. (asleep) because we had been running errands all day and she had only had a short car nap. She was exhausted and was asleep in ten minutes. Score! I had a nice evening of relaxation with my husband. We watched some TV and went to bed around 10:30.
I woke up later with the vague idea that the closet door was moving. Then I heard some tiny footsteps. I reached down and scooped my nearly-silent child onto the bed. I thought it was probably 5:00 a.m. or around that time and I might be able to squeeze another 30 minutes of sleep in if I could get her to be still and relax. But something didn't feel right. So I took a look at the clock. 11:30 p.m. I didn't want to disturb my husband's sleep since he has to work, so I took her to her room to see if I could get her to go to sleep.
We laid on her big bed, tried the crib, tried rocking, repeat. Three hours of this. At 2:30 a.m., I finally crawled back into my own bed, having (finally) successfully put a sleeping baby back in her crib.
Please, God, let her sleep well tonight! Tonight is our family dinner night, which means her cousin will be here, so maybe they'll wear each other out. I hope, I hope, I hope!