Welcome to Mommy Mondays, where parenting is the most important thing you'll ever do. And also not a big deal.
Pirate is three months old and at night he sleeps swaddled in a co-sleeper bassinet about two feet from my face. I like it this way. I like to hear him breathe. I like that big sigh babies make when they're drifting off into a deeper sleep. I like rolling over in the morning and seeing his sweet little eyes blinking back at me. He doesn't cry when he wakes, so I never know how long he's been staring at the bed or the ceiling, waiting for one of us to look at him.
I feel like I could comfortably sleep with my baby within arms reach until the end of time. The Gorilla, however, is ready to move him on down the all. Federal Express, no signature needed. I understand his point, especially now that Pirate is sleeping through the night, from about 11pm to 8am. The reasoning for keeping him in the room with us at all was to make night feedings more convenient. And now there are no more night feedings. But I'm not ready.
We moved Pigtail to the big crib when she was even younger than Pirate is now. She wasn't even sleeping through the night yet, and I was definitely happy to reclaim our adult space. But with Pirate, I know it just may be the last time that there is a sleeping baby's breath so close to me in the wee hours. Maybe not, but maybe. Probably.
There are so many things that are precious and monumental about your first child, things that might get lost with the second one. Unless the second one is also your last. And then a whole different set of things seem precious and monumental.
Pigtail has taken to her big girl bed in her big girl room like a champ. So now, there truly is no reason for Pirate not to follow her down the hall. Except for my wimpy heart. I know it's got to happen soon. But I plan to keep begging The Gorilla for just a few more days...
