Layla has properly moved into her crib now. I should take her pack n play bassinet out of my and john’s room but I haven’t had the heart yet. I am mostly happy that she is in her crib because it means that she is sleeping so well, but there is still a little bit of sadness that she is just that little bit older already.
She is sleeping in her crib during naps (when we are at home and she’s not sleeping on the go, anyway) and at nighttime. I tried introducing an earlier bedtime (7-8) because she was sleeping so late in the mornings I thought she might need to be put down earlier, but that didn’t work. One thing that was hard for me to appreciate until I was a parent is that just like you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make it drink, it is hard to make a baby (or toddler, or anyone I suppose) sleep if they don’t want to. I can put her in her crib at 7 but even if I think she is tired she will cry. She is too young (in my book) to cry it out at this point, so the two times I have tried putting her down early I have ended up getting her as soon as she cries and bringing her back down to be with me and John until she falls asleep properly.
This morning when I went to get her she was 180 degrees turned around from how I had put her down. I was scratching my head in confusion because I hadn’t heard her rustling around overnight or in the morning and she was swaddled for goodness sake! I don’t know how she turned herself so much that her head was where her feet were when I laid her down, and vise versa. I would understand if she had been screaming her head off at some point (and thus wriggling her body around) or something but she never gave any indication of what she was up to! It did make us laugh, though.