It went better. Kind of.
She went to bed easier the second night. Or maybe it just seemed like it because I wasn't here for it. The husband snuggled with her, put her back in bed six times, and then sat at the end of the bed until she drifted off to sleep.
Peanut was back up a little before midnight. The husband ushered her back to bed again and I heard barely a whimper.
And then not a peep for seven whole hours. I heard a thunk and a whining shortly before 7 a.m. I went in to find Peanut on the floor. Despite the rail we put up to prevent her from falling out, she still somehow managed it. So we snuggled for awhile before starting our day.
The third night I was home for the bed time. We both started in the room. Peanut threw a Fit of massive proportions when the husband left. I couldn't get her calmed down so I told her if she didn't stop crying, I would leave too. She didn't so I left. Three times. I put her back to bed each time she got up. On the third time, she calmed down and asked to snuggle.
We snuggled. Then I moved to the end of the bed. Then five minutes later, I moved to the rocker. Five minutes later, I moved to the doorway. She kept popping her head up to make sure I was still around. Finally she was asleep.
And then she was up three times in the night and never went back to sleep after 5:30 a.m.
The husband and I sleepily joked about the possibility of duct tape or gypsies but we love her too much for either. Just looks like we all will need naps for awhile.