It was a rough week. Little Dragon wasn’t sleeping like she used to. Every day she woke up early, and on Thursday she woke up at 3:30 ready to take on the world where Mom and Dad were still trying to recover from a rough Wednesday.
We had spent a good part of the previous weekend getting her crib ready
in the Dragon Den, and were planning on beginning the transition soon. However, we weren’t planning on it until the weekend and are still waiting for blackout shades. Four nights of too early wake ups moved the timetable up a day.
Thursday evening I moved the baby monitor, white noise generator, and taped plastic bags over the windows.
Everything was ready except for Little Dragon and her parents.
I’ll save you the details of our agony as the few minutes we let her cry seemed like an eternity, until we decided to soothe her and got her to fall asleep.
Then a few hours later we went to bed, with the empty cradle there. Such a painful reminder of how quickly she’s growing up. How every night of her life she’s slept in the same room as us.
Those who know us as a couple might be surprised at the fact that my lovely wife was the emotional one and I was the one telling her it would be fine. Not that I wasn’t upset, however I was holding it together until she started crying as she held the baby monitor staring at it looking for the slightest movement. My wife doesn’t cry often, and of course I’ve spent a good portion of my life is spent trying to make sure she has no reason to. (while simultaneously often being the cause) This rate showing of emotion really cemented in my heart how momentous this was, and that while she’ll always be our little girl she won’t always be little and not always close by.
Which means when picking her up from the crib this morning she got extra snuggles from dad.