We have finally found ourselves on the other side of a particularly difficult patch of sleeplessness; after finishing E's 18-month sleep regression, we had a month of our regularly scheduled programming. And then (dun dun DUUUUN!) the incisors hit. I've actually taken to calling them Devil Teeth, that's how incredibly disruptive they have been to our family's life. Oh, it was bad. The worst night we had E was up from 12:30 to 5:30. Most nights weren't that dramatic, but there was a lot of night waking and extreme difficulty in settling. Our sleep routine went completely out the window. The most frustrating part of it was that we could get her back to sleep in our arms--and I mean snoring and twitching and the whole nine--but the second we put her gently back in her crib, she would wake up and start crying, forcing us to start all over again. And the getting to bed part? That bordered on ridiculous. Picture this: twiggy mama cradling her closing in on 27lb. toddler and trying to dance her around the room like I did when she was 3 months old. This is a girl, who, when things are going smoothly, *asks* to go to bed.
