My crib or yours?

I have managed to snap out of the funk, with a little help from the daddy. This past weekend we did a lot of family hiking and he helped out by throwing some laundry in and picking up the inevitable clutter that result from a busy week. We even got to sit down and watch a movie, “This is 40”, and enjoy time just hanging out. I even laid the bombshell on him that I will be traveling from Mon – Thurs in April and he actually didn’t even want to have anyone out here for help. He is going to get everything all set for the baby and get her to the sitter and get all his normal routine stuff and dog stuff done. I have a feeling that I will be Skyping with a very stressed daddy come Tuesday/Wednesday, but we shall see.

In other news, we put Lyla in her crib for the night for the first time. She doesn’t sleep with us in our bed, but has a little bassinet type hammock thing that is right next to my side of the bed. I’ve really liked having her right next to my side of the bed because I can roll over and check on her and make sure that she hasn’t spit up and is still breathing… you know, the good stuff. I have been meaning to start putting her in the crib in her room at night for about a week now. She is getting too long for her current sleeper in our room and it is just the right thing to do. I have been the one having a hard time. Like a really hard time. I have no idea what the irrational fear I have that is keeping her in my room is when I am perfectly fine leaving her with my gal pal down the street during the day for hours.  

So last night was her first night in her room. I had the monitor hanging right by my head so that I could not help but hear every little thing, even though her room is diagonally across the hall and I probably don’t even need a monitor. She went in around 10:15 and stayed down until 3am. Normally she sleeps from 10 – 5 or 6am when she is in her sleeper. Of course I felt terrible that she woke up at 3 and that it was all because she was not in our room, which is irrational. She was awake because she got her arms out of her swaddle, which woke her up, and then she realized she was hungry because she was awake. I got up and fed her and she passed out cold again… in her sleeper in our room. Baby steps, right?