To recap, briefly, for anyone who's new: Mabel will be four in November, and she has been sleeping like a four-month-old for her entire life. By which I mean that she would wake every two or three hours to be nursed back to sleep. So if she went to bed at 8 she'd wake at 10, 12, 2 or 3, and 5 or so, and finally get up around 7. If she skipped her nap and went to bed at 7, she'd wake at 9, and so on. Every now and then, just so I didn't think I could even do something between 8 and 10, she'd wake up after just one hour. So, rather than lose my sanity completely, I was mostly sleeping in Mabel's bed from 2am onwards every night.
It was okay, but it was getting old. She was getting old, and something had to change. Finally, this February, I got to the point where I was ready to try again, and so for the first waking we sent in Daddy. She didn't like it much the first time, (think heaving, gulping, sobs) and I stepped in, but after a few nights she started to accept him and fall asleep with just a story.
In March I started trying to do that with her pre-3am wakings as well. She was still waking up, but often would go back to sleep with just a story from either me or her father. By 3am I would be too exhausted to hold out any longer, and she'd get what she wanted.
Last month, after babysittergate, I decided it was time to stand firm. She'd shown me she was able to put herself back to sleep, so I could finally deny her without guilt. The first night, she was awake for three hours in the middle of the night, trying to figure out how to do it. But in the next few nights things improved. Nowadays, she often wakes once, some time between 11 and 1, and that's it until daylight. Daylight is when I have decreed she can have boobie, but not before.
So we finally really are nursing just twice in 24 hours: once at bedtime and once in the morning. And in between, Mabel mostly sleeps, in her own bed, and I sleep in mine. It's taken a long time to get here - longer than I'd ever have let you tell me I'd wait, really - but it's a good place to be.
Now I have to go and sacrifice some rubber chickens to the pig-Latin gods so that Fate doesn't read what I just said.