One night, when she was really fussy and none of us was really getting any sleep, I decided to transfer her to the other bed in the computer room. As soon as I put her down, she spread her arms and legs like a starfish, sighed, then fell asleep, totally relaxed. I stayed with her that night, because I thought she’d wake up crying, but she didn’t. She slept until it was time for me to take her to daycare. It’s been about a week and a half now and it’s been great. She’s been waking up around 4am looking for me, but if I catch her right away, she’d go right back to sleep.
Watching her sleeping on her own bed makes me a little sad. I thought for the longest time that I wanted to move her out of our bed. But now that it’s happening, I want sleep and cuddle with her. We’ve always slept together. From her first night in the hospital, she didn’t sleep in her bassinet; she slept with me on the hospital bed. We have a crib, still set up in our room, but she never slept in it. For two years, it’s either the couch or bed for us.
There are pros to her moving out of our bed though. For the first time, I realized how big our queen sized bed really is. No more hanging by the edge, taking care not to fall while sleeping. I can finally relax and move if I wanted to. Maybe now I can finally sleep again; I mean really sleep, not the ‘I’m sleeping but I’m keeping my ears and one eye open in case you need me’ kind of sleep. Or am I just dreaming?
My girl is growing up. Don’t grow up too fast little girl.
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