The girls have been sharing a room now for almost two weeks, and I think it's fair to say that we're ALL getting less sleep. I mean, it's going much, much better than it did when we first tried it early last fall, so obviously Genevieve at 19 months is ready to change rooms in a way that Genevieve at 13 months was not. She doesn't sit up in the crib for hours at bedtime this time, gazing around the nursery and sobbing until she falls asleep upright in her baby vigil.
But the fact of the matter is that nothing is simple when it comes to babies or small children--especially, I think, in these pre-K years when their little brains are so unformed and they can't be reasoned with, they often can't even use words to tell you what is wrong in the way that older children can. It doesn't help that Genevieve is also going through the infamous 1-1/2-year-old baby sleep regression you read about so often in the child-development books; she's been doing all sorts of previously uncharacteristic bedtime crying and screaming, even before we moved her to the nursery. Of course, now that she's there, such ongoing crying and fussing interferes with Julia's bedtime. (Overheard on the monitor too many times in the past two weeks, "Gen-e-VIEVE! Why are you TALKING?!"; and, whimperingly, "Genevieve, go to SLEEP!")
And then there are mornings like today, when Genevieve woke up at 5:10 a.m. and immediately began screaming for us, resolutely refusing to a.) quiet down, or b.) go back to sleep. Naturally, unless we wanted TWO children up for the day at five a.m., we had to remove Genevieve from the nursery ASAP. And since we don't have children who go back to sleep in early pre-dawn hours, not even if it is still dark outside and they are snuggled into their parents' bed--let me re-phrase that to say, ESPECIALLY when they are snuggled into their parents' bed--well, that brings me back to my first sentence up there about all of us getting less sleep.
Dang this parenting gig is hard.