big boy bed!

okay not a big boy bed. his crib.


sunday night we made the transition from him sleeping in our room with us to him sleeping in his crib. in his room. alone! 


he could care less, he is happy to sleep anywhere. i was the sad one. 


when he came home from the hospital i decided with him getting up so frequent, and me being nervous about the whole new baby thing, sleeping in our room was best. 


being in our bed was out of the question. i was afraid we would roll onto him or one of the dogs would suffocate him but sleeping against his face. instead he was in a cradle next to me. he was easy to get to and i could lay my hand on his chest through the night to make sure he was okay. 


i said "just till he's three months"(i don't know where i came up with that number). 


then three months came and i realized he is getting too big for his cradle and that we should probably start using his room. 


we seriously spent over an hour trying to figure out his monitor. it was so frustrating. once we got it to work, and tested it a million times, i felt a little better about him leaving us. he did awesome the first night. he slept till 4. i got up a couple times to check on him though. i heard him let out a cry at one point and i literally became superwoman. i flew out of bed and ran into his room. (he never ever cries when he wakes up at night) he was sounds asleep though so he must have been crying in his sleep about something. i surprised myself at how fast i was out of that bed though. 


the transition really has not been bad. the first night was tough for me but after that i was okay. it's actually nice because i can go in his room, sit in the rocker and not have to worry about waking up mark. it's just him and i. i do miss being able to open my eyes and see him sleeping next to me though.