Tonight sucks. Tonight is the first night of what will likely be a long week. Tonight is the night we start teaching Audrey to sleep in the crib (ugh). She's been in our bed too long - I know, I know, terrible parents - and I need my space. And she needs hers. She's seven and a half months old, and this has been delayed too many times, mostly because I cave. Her crying breaks my freaking heart and I just want so bad to give her what she wants. What she wants is to cram into the big bed with Mommy and Daddy like she has since she was about three weeks old. But what she needs is her own bed in her own room before we delay it too long and find ourselves smooshing into bed with a five-year-old Audrey plus whatever siblings may follow.
Not happening.
So here we are, listening to her cry for fifteen minutes at a time and trying not to cry ourselves.
I wish I had done this before she learned to stand at least, because now when I walk in there she is standing at the edge of her crib staring forlornly at the door, and she starts screaming in earnest when she sees me walk in.
If ever there was a legitimate argument against co-sleeping, this is it.
