The Holidays were rough on Dee. It’s not easy being the adorable new baby at family functions – everyone wants to cuddle you, and love you, and that can be really exhausting, y’know? Christmas brought our first MAJOR meltdown, and New Years served to further overstimulate our little social butterfly. My once snoozy easy baby has realized that the waking life is way more exciting than the one in her dreams (which, lets be honest, probably consists largely of visions of my boobs) and she’s now battling sleep like the Holograms battled the Misfits.
The sleeping arrangements are these: Dee’s still in her bassinet next to our bed but we’ve been slowly trying to get her used to her crib in preparation for the big switch, which we plan on doing at 4 mos. However, last night Scott and I finally hung her mobile over her bed, and we put her in the crib to check it out. She was mesmerized. Entranced, even. But more importantly, she was chillin’ so we seized the opportunity to continue working on the nursery. I was framing the last print for her wall when it happened…she was out. Cold. Asleep.
And she stayed that way for the next four hours. I was ::thisclose:: to living the dream. A not-quite three month old baby who sleeps through the night, in her own room. But then it was bed time. And it turns out her Mom’s a candy-ass who couldn’t bear the thought of leaving her in there all alone (what if she woke up!?) so I TOOK MY SLEEPING BABY OUT OF HER CRIB AND BROUGHT HER BACK INTO MY BEDROOM. LIKE A CRAZY PERSON.
Stupid. STOO-PID. What kind of moron does that? I swear I’ve read all the appropriate parenting books. I know that if the kid falls asleep in the crib, you LEAVE THEM IN THE EFFING CRIB. Still, I couldn’t help myself. I was possessed by psycho baby love and poor judgment. In my defense, Scott didn’t try to stop me. He wasn’t quite ready for his little girl to be an entire room away from him either. And Dee is currently napping in her crib (which is a milestone in and of itself) so hopefully she won’t have to spend too much time in therapy because of it. If we’re lucky by the time she hits four months, Scott and I may be able to sleep through the night by ourselves.
