Sleeping Alone

Petite Puce has now spent two nights in her crib in her own room. Much hopes and expectations, as well as fears and worries had been put on that event. The first night, when she called at 3:45 am, I quickly (ok, well, you know, it was 3:45 am) computed that it had been 7.5 hours since we had put her in bed! Not unprecedented, but very welcome. That's until I actually picked her up to nurse her and realized that she was really toasty. She had had shots the day before and had been sleepy the whole previous afternoon as a result, and here was a fever. There goes mommy trying to find the ear thermometer, taking two bags situated more or less where said thermometer and its little cone things were supposed to be, going out of the room to turn on the lights, looking for the instructions to the thermometer among the pile of similar leaflets and "sneaking" back into the room to take C's temp. Mom then goes back out to read the results, tries to find the baby book because at 3:55am she can't remember what's considered a fever for an infant of 7-8 months and when she's supposed to panic and call the poor sleeping doctor. 100.4F is declared not enough to panic, so she goes back to bed, if not to sleep. In the morning, C's fever is a little worse (101.5F) so the doctor is called at a reasonable hour and reassures mommy. The little oven spent most of the day sleeping and somewhat unhappy, but by the evening, she had no more fever and was playing with daddy quite nicely. It was good to see that smile and those little laughing eyes, and to hear those giggles again.
Here comes night two of C sleeping in her own room, WITHOUT a fever this time. She woke up for the first time at 3:00am, more than 7 hours after going to sleep. It might be a little premature, but I'm very tempted to call it a success! Assignement: Toys or no toys in the crib? Discuss!