We got an old crib from James' parents and fit it into our closet. It was great because it is smaller than a normal crib, but is miraculously up to safety regulations. Being about 25 years old, it had to be rigged to stay together, but dad Schmitt can rig anything to work. We covered the "mattress" in plastic wrap so we could eliminate dust or anything old from spreading. It was a great little in-between bed for our lady. Don't mind how ghetto this looks. It sort of was.
Lily's pediatrician said that 6 months is a good time to move her into her own room and when all of our Christmas guests left, we made the move. I knew it might be a hard few days, but we made the push to get her to sleep longer at night. We set up a little fan for white noise, a humidifier for her little stuffy nose and a spacious new crib. Thanks Leathra and Tom for letting us borrow the crib!
Of course, she didn't do that again last night, but I think we're well on our way. Woohoo!