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The first night my brand new baby was home she slept all night in my arms. From then on she slept in this adorable cozy cradle that my parents purchased for her. Like clock work for the last 5 months and 29 days she has had her nightly bottle and settled into a deep slumber, her cradle right next to my side of the bed.

Until, I woke up to her peaking over the edge. She was literally sitting up with her tummy across her lap looking over her feet, well actually over the foot of the cradle.

Holy hell! My heart jumped out of my chest. Literally!

She smiled and cooed and giggled while I flipped (insert four letter word that starts with ‘s’ and ends with ‘t’) and thanked God that I heard her rustling around in my sleep. The next night I laid her in her cradle as usual waiting for her to fall deep into her dreams and then I moved her to her crib. The crib my husband has complained about for the last 6 months. He complains because “She has yet to use the crib!” Well, honey it’s happening. She is using the crib and I want to cry.

Her first night in the crib was wonderful…for her. She slept like a champ- only waking up for her 3am bottle and resuming her counting of sheep. I however, was up at midnight to pump and check on her, 2:30ish am to make sure she wasn’t smothering herself with her blanket, bottle preparations at 3am, 4:20am to reassure myself she was still breathing and finally awake for good when I heard her moving around at 8am. I have separation anxiety and there is only a hall and my son’s bedroom between us.

I wasn’t prepared for this! I have been telling myself for the last month that I need to start prepping her (and myself) for nights in her crib but I have been putting it off. I told my husband that I was considering co-sleeping and he nixed that idea. Good thing he’s away on location for 7 days straight so that if I want to revisit the whole co-sleeping idea, I can.

I know I should be happy that my baby transitioned so easily. I am happy. I know I should be thankful that I do not have to sit outside the door while my baby throws a fit in her crib. I am thankful- and for the record I could never listen to her cry out for me. But the fact that my baby needs me a teeny tiny bit less is a hard pill to swallow.

It is the second night that my babe is in her crib. She fell asleep so easily after she finished her bottle. In the last 2 hours I have checked on her every twenty minutes, which is ridiculous according to my husband.

Tomorrow I am going to Target and purchasing a video baby monitor so I can night stalk my babe from my bed.