Well, it has happened. My baby has transitioned from her bassinet to her crib,,, in her own room! It happened Friday night, a night filled with darkness and dread for her mama. I didn't really think it would go over so well because as I have stated before, whenever she is put into her crib for naptime she starts screaming like I have just dipped her in eggwash and breadcrumbs and have put her into the oven to bake for a midday snack.
I tried to make it as easy a transition as possible. I've started a routine at night and it goes something like this - Bath, Jammies, Bottle, Bed. For the most part she really seems to enjoy her bathtime, especially now that she can kick those legs and make the water splash about. We then slather her up with some yummy lotion and get her into some warm pj's. Once she is all snuggled up and warm we give her a bottle and if everything goes well she will start to drift off to sleep as she is nearing the end of her bottle. Rob then goes into super-daddy mode and does the best swaddle this side of the Rockies,,, seriously, it's that good! I do the last bit by singing her a little ditty - her favorite seems to be "Cowboy Take Me Away" by the Dixie Chicks - and then I put her into her crib for a nice peaceful slumber. Once I leave her room and pull the door closed I have a complete breakdown because I hate having her in there alone! If a heart could shatter into a million pieces I swear mine would do that every night around 10pm when I put her in her crib. The way I cling to the baby monitor to hear if she is crying is something of ridiculous proportions. The second she even makes the slightest of sounds I practically lunge off my bed only to be corraled back by my husband, telling me to wait. And I hate it when he is right. She needs to grow up and be able to sleep in a room without her parents, because hey, it could get very awkward if we're all still sharing a room when she's 23.
She's ahead of us! Max slept in our room until he was 5 months.... and the only reason I moved him was because he was over the weight limit for the bassinet. He was more than ready for the move but I had about 120 nervous breakdowns about it.
Posted by: Sus | March 06, 2006 at 01:30 PM