This is the thing: Autumn is no longer sleeping like a champion. In fact, if sleeping was an Olympic event, I doubt she would even qualify for the Olympics.
Last night I really wanted Autumn to sleep through the night. She didn't. And it's hard to know what to do. See, back to the analogy above -- if the Oluympics are staged in our bed, she would be a medalist. She sleeps like a friggin champion in our bed.
But really. We can't keep that up. Even though there's lots of room, we can't have her in our bed every night. It's not a sustainable solution.
So, we try to let her cry it out. Let her solve it herself. And when she doesn't, we bring her into our room. She's exhausted, we're exhausted, and we all crash.
Sleep. You would think it's easier.