Playing cribbage
Tonight was the first night we put Emmie to sleep in her crib. I am not sure why this seems like such a big deal, or why it merits its own blog post, but apparently it does. I remember being so sad when we transferred Jack to his crib in his own room, but now I know better and I forsee a baby sleeping next to me in my bed in about four hours.
You see, I am guilty of being a part-time cosleeper. And it's not because I am pro-family bed or a believer in cosleeping reducing SIDS or anything like that. It's simply because I am too damn lazy to get up, walk down the hall to Emmie's room, carry her to our room to change her diaper and nurse her in the glider and then carry her back to her own room and swaddle her up and get her re-settled in her crib.
For my selfish purposes, it's simply easier to grab her out of her crib and bring her in our bed to nurse her and let her sleep next to me, popping on and off the boob for the rest of the night. I do like my sleep and it seems I get more when I do it the lazy way. Also, her wailing when I change her wakes Josh up and reminds him why we need to convert this house to a single-family dwelling, pronto.
You might ask why I would have to do all that back and forth business in the middle of the night and the answer would be because Emmie's room is still the guest room for the near future. (See: converting to a single-family dwelling). Because a crib and a bed are all that fit in the small space that is our nursery, the changing table and glider live in our room. So poor Emmie really doesn't have a nursery right now. Just another way the second kind gets the short end isn't it?
Hopefully we can rectify this situation in June. We're planning to take over the lower level of the house, which will give us a rec room and another full bathroom and a guestroom, which means we can move the guest bed out of Emmie's room and into the official guest room downstairs. And that means no more middle-of-the-night stumbling around hither and yon for changing and rocking.
In the meantime, we squish four people and 2,784 acres of toys into the space we have. And if you were thinking about staying with us any time soon, I hope you like your sleep fractured by a whimpering baby two feet from your head. If you are lactating, would you mind just whipping out of the boob for a quick feed? Thanks much.
You see, I am guilty of being a part-time cosleeper. And it's not because I am pro-family bed or a believer in cosleeping reducing SIDS or anything like that. It's simply because I am too damn lazy to get up, walk down the hall to Emmie's room, carry her to our room to change her diaper and nurse her in the glider and then carry her back to her own room and swaddle her up and get her re-settled in her crib.
For my selfish purposes, it's simply easier to grab her out of her crib and bring her in our bed to nurse her and let her sleep next to me, popping on and off the boob for the rest of the night. I do like my sleep and it seems I get more when I do it the lazy way. Also, her wailing when I change her wakes Josh up and reminds him why we need to convert this house to a single-family dwelling, pronto.
You might ask why I would have to do all that back and forth business in the middle of the night and the answer would be because Emmie's room is still the guest room for the near future. (See: converting to a single-family dwelling). Because a crib and a bed are all that fit in the small space that is our nursery, the changing table and glider live in our room. So poor Emmie really doesn't have a nursery right now. Just another way the second kind gets the short end isn't it?
Hopefully we can rectify this situation in June. We're planning to take over the lower level of the house, which will give us a rec room and another full bathroom and a guestroom, which means we can move the guest bed out of Emmie's room and into the official guest room downstairs. And that means no more middle-of-the-night stumbling around hither and yon for changing and rocking.
In the meantime, we squish four people and 2,784 acres of toys into the space we have. And if you were thinking about staying with us any time soon, I hope you like your sleep fractured by a whimpering baby two feet from your head. If you are lactating, would you mind just whipping out of the boob for a quick feed? Thanks much.
Labels: Emmie, Remodeling, Sleep
posted by Amy at
10:02 PM
5 Comments:
Completely understand your not wanting to get out of bed, and a post for moving her to her crib. I actually kept my daughter in my room for several months. She slept in an amby baby bed, which is like a little hammock for babies that hangs on a stand. so it didn't take up much space in our room.
and regarding your previous post, that is awesome that Jack knows his letters!
We have been co-sleeping for 23 months now. It started out as a very "we love the family bed" philosophical choice and turned into a "wait, what? he wont' sleep in his crib now that we're ready for him to? " kind of thing. Yay. So we're going to be co-sleeping probably until Ethan says, "dudes, I think I'm cool in my own room now. Can I have the keys to the car?" ugh.
I just survived three years and eight months of co-sleeping with my youngest. Which started for the EXACT SAME REASONS you stated.
I.am.lazy.
I'm now going on THREE! WEEKS! of knee-free sleeping. I'm a new woman.
I hope the night went well. It was a big deal for me, both with kid 1 and kid 2, when we moved them into their own rooms and cribs for sleeping.
And there's nothing lazy about wanting to make middle-of-the-night feedings easier. It's the middle of the night!! How is that lazy considering MOST people are sleeping?! ;)
I could write the book on the lazy lady's guide to getting the most sleep when your baby is a, well, baby. I had no other reason to have my 2nd baby sleep with us other than the convenience of having the food source closest to the mouth that needed it. I wish I had been that lazy with my first. I would have gotten much more sleep from January - April, 2003, aka the raginghormonehomicidalmaniac era.
Long live the lazy breastfeeder.
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