This falls into the "should have mentioned this before" category:
Back in June (?) Lila managed to adjust quite easily (relatively easily?) to sleeping in her crib, and since then we've been a 3-bed family. Or a 2-bed, 1-crib family. Not counting 3 dog beds for 1 dog. And other than the dog beds, all the beds are getting regular use by their regular occupants.
There was a 2 week period during which this all seemed remarkable to me, but now I've adjusted and barely remember what it was like to have L in our bed each and every night. There's something frightening and rejuvenating about the human capacity to forgive and forget. Something that was so all-consuming is reduced to barely remembered history.
Or course, now I'm not sleeping well at all due to painful ribs, but at least I'm not keeping L up.