Yes, we’ve transitioned my big boy into his room. There were tears but they didn’t come from Logan. Of course, I’ve moved into the guest room right next door to the nursery. Somehow that made the transition a little easier for me. Plus, with our master bedroom being on the opposite end of the house I didn’t want to have to walk that far to get to the nursery in the middle of the night (no, there is no sleeping through the night going on in this household).
For the first few months I adored having Logan cuddled up next to me in bed. He slept better. I slept better. Somewhere around 3 months Logan outgrew co-sleeping (i.e. hourly wakings) but *I* wasn’t ready for him to move down the hall so he slept in his pack n play right next to our bed and poor Mr. Crafty Nest moved to the guest room because his snoring (sorry for outing you on my blog honey) would wake up our sleeping baby even more.
So, after stalling for a few weeks, Logan is sleeping just as
horrible well in his crib as he did in the pack n play and I get my snoring husband back.
It is bittersweet to see my little guy growing up so quickly. I could have easily co-slept with him until he was 1…or 2…or 18 (I joke, sorta), but this child has a mind of his own. From the moment he was born, he was fiercely strong-willed (hmm, I wonder where he gets that trait from).
After spending 3 months in colic hell, I never in a million years thought I would miss the newborn phase. But I do. Now I get why moms are crazy enough to have more than 1 kid. Don’t get me wrong, there are so many things I love about this phase and I really don’t want to rewind time but I just don’t want it all to go by sooo fast.
If I’m this sad about the crib, what in the world am I going to do when he starts driving or (gasp) goes to college?!