As you may know, we've been having serious sleep issues with Fable. She slept great on my boob those first nine months while we were co-sleeping, when she waking up five times a night was no big deal. She'd simply find my boob, latch on and pass out without me even knowing, nursing much of the night while we both dreamed sweet dreams .
She slept in her stroller for the last two months but would wake every two hours or so ALL NIGHT LONG which was brutal, not to mention the obvious: a stroller is no place for an almost-one-year old to sleep. Soon enough, she'd outgrow the space and what then?
Of course it took until last week for us to finally throw in the towel and get her sleeping in her crib once and for all. We were in San Diego for the week and the whole stroller-to-bed thing was NOT working out. Hal and I stayed up pretty much the entire first and second night, rocking Fable and shushing her, singing to her and strolling her around my parent's backyard in the wee hours between god-knows-when and fuck-is-that-the-sun?
It was then, sometime between 3am and 5 on night three of no sleep, that we admitted to each other and ourselves the awful truth: Fable was winning. She OWNED our asses. She had become our boss, our Ring Master, taking advantage of two lovesick fools easily manipulated by her magical, mystical cute-baby ways.
In other words, the problem wasn't that Fable sucked at sleeping. It was that we sucked at getting her to sleep.
NO MORE! It was time to put her down in the never-been-used pack n play. It was time to tell her "bedtime, goodnight, Fable!" and let her fall asleep on her own, no matter how long and how loud she protested.

(which is hard to do because HELLO!? Look at that face!)
"It's time, Bec," Hal said. "We can't live like this anymore."
"I know," said I."Now what?"
But I knew what. I've always known what.
So last week, instead of rocking her to nap, Hal put her down in the pack-in-play, kissed her goodnight and walked away. She cried. For a total of eight minutes (which felt like eight years, by the way) but then? THEN? She fell asleep. And she slept for three hours. The longest nap in her history. By far.
Woohoo! I did it!
That night I went away and Hal put Fable down the same way he did for her nap. With a kiss and a "goodnight, Fable. We love you! See you in the morning!"
This time she cried for fifteen-minutes before falling asleep. And then? For the very first time? Fable slept through the night.
The next day, she slept through the night again. And for the next two nights? Fable slept 8:30pm-7:30am with but one 10 minute wake-up around 1am, which is just as amazing as her sleeping through the night if you ask me. Far superior to being up every three hours that's fo sho.
I feel like a bit of an idiot, truth be told, for waiting unil now to experiment with leaving Fable in her crib for longer than thirty seconds. (It's so very hard to leave them when they're crying and reaching for you, I know I'm not alone when I say that.)
So there you have it. Fable is more or less sleeping through the night. And the answer to our sleep woes? Letting her cry for a minute or ten before she passes out.
Let the judgement commence. Seriously. Go for it.
We're sleeping through the motherfucking night.
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*Let's not count last night when she was up for three hours screaming between 10pm-1am.