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So as of Wednesday night I made the decision to cease co-sleeping. My daughter and I have had a good run; she started off in the bassinet pushed so close to my bed she might as well have been in it, and than we moved on to a week or two of falling asleep on the couch together, and finally found our place curled next to each other in bed.
She doesn’t curl anymore though, she moves. She kicks me in my chin and yanks on her fathers nose during the night. She moves from one end of the bed to another, and even though I’ve taken every every safety precaution in the book to ensure she doesn’t fall out and land on one of our animals, I’m still paranoid she’s going to topple off. Weds night my paranoia was so high I put pillows all over the edge of the bed that have straw on them [they're for our patio set my friends..] so if she moved, the straw would crinkle, waking me up. It was like, a baby booby trap.
Last night I was determined to stop co-sleeping. During the day I figured I’d seek out advice on how to go about doing this, because people tell me once the little ones get used to sleeping in a big bed next to mommy and daddy it’s impossible to get them into the crib. When we got home from my mothers house it was late, and so I just plopped her down, threw her favorite blanket on top of her, and after mumbling shh shh little Junebug shh, I crept out. I crept out, ate some cake, and went to sleep wondering when I’d be getting up.
Fast forward to 5am when I wake up on my own. My first thought was “holy shit! she slept!” and my second thought was “holy shit, she’s alive right…” She was. I actually went to check on her and woke her up. And when she woke up we snuggled in bed together for two more hours. But [and pardon my overuse of holy shit..] but really, REALLY? She slept awesome and alone in her baby jail!
I’m pretty proud of her, but I am going to miss her middle of the night assaults, really I am.
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