Now, I realize I am about to get a little cocky here and will no doubt be "rewarded" with her never doing this again, but. . .
Emma is sleeping.
In her crib.
And. . .
wait for it. . .
I put her down awake.
As in drowsy, but awake. The hallowed ground of sleep training methodology.
It's a start.
(But let's not talk about how many times she was up last night. Yeah. We'll pretend last night didn't happen. It might as well not have happened for how much sleep I didn't get.)