We had a breakthrough today. For the first time, Sophie woke up from her nap and instead of screaming and pounding on her door until someone came to rescue her, she did one "hey I'm up" pound and then quietly played with her toys. How awesome is that?
There are plenty of toys, books and other distractions for her in her room, so no shortage of things to keep her occupied. Let's keep our fingers crossed that this carries over into the mornings, mmkay. Because this mommy isn't loving getting up at 4:45am. Not loving it at all.
Update: We were awakened at the stroke of 4:50 by our child's wails. Not at her door, however. (GOOD) We laid in bed for a minute hoping she would go back to sleep, but no. (BAD) Neil says, we better go in there, it worries me that she's not at the door. How crazy is that? We long for her to stop banging on the mothertruckin' door and when she does, we worry something is wrong. Of course, she was fine. However, despite a little drinkypoo and some cuddling, she would not go back to sleep.
I made the decision to bring her into our bed. (Will I regret this one day?) On many other occasions, we have tried to lay down with her, but she would never settle down. I wasn't optimistic that today would be any different. It was. She curled up next to me and fell right asleep. Of course, it was the fitful, restless sleep of a toddler, so while she probably got the best sleep of her life, I was awakened every 10 minutes by a shifting, rolling, kicking 19 month old. The upside is that I did get another hour of sleep. Was it good sleep? Oh hecks no. But I'll take whatever I can get.