So I’ll talk about this instead

I don’t want to talk about the topic that is currently buzzing around my head because it’s full of venom and I could potentially get myself into deep blog-trouble here. Not too deep, because I know you guys (my peeps!) would pull me back out, but I would hover very dangerously close to being an unkind blog and I don’t really want to go that way. Not right now at least. Maybe tomorrow.

I also don’t want to talk about how even though I appreciate every one of your comments on last night’s post, I STILL have not called a doctor (I have to find a new one, which is providing to be a lion’s share of the problem here) and made an appointment and now it’s too late in the day and MEH, I almost even don’t care anymore which means, of course THE THYROID IS WINNING.

Ahem.

So instead, I will talk about my husband’s latest post about Evie sleeping in her own crib. Now, I fully recognize that he’s trying to engage me with his inflammatory language about me making excuses and wah wah wah (I don’t do that, do I?). But I want the Internets to know that I did have some good excuses for why we didn’t start putting Evie in her crib over the weekend. Kile’s parents were visiting and were staying in that room so it would have been a little CROWDED and I’m sure they wouldn’t have cared for me stomping in there at 3am to fetch a crying baby, right? That’s also my reason for not putting her in there last week after we got home from my parents’ house and before his parents came. I figured why start something we can’t continue with consistency, right?

You’re on my side, RIGHT?

ANYHOW. The point of this whole vignette is that Kile put Evie in her crib last night shortly after 9:30 and she stayed there until after 2:30 this morning. Even then, I’m not sure she wouldn’t have just gone back to sleep but I just wanted to go in and get her anyhow. Because as nice as it was not to have her toes stabbing into my stretch marks and being squeezed out to the edge of our enormous bed, I wasn’t sleeping all that great without her there. I think I was listening for her on the monitor. Plainly put? I missed her.

I put her up there for her afternoon nap but she didn’t stay in there. I put her down about 12:30 and she would sleep and then wake up and cry a little and fall right back to sleep like a minute later. At about ten after 2, she seemed to be awake and crying more so I went in and got her. I nursed her in my bed and she fell back asleep (yanking me in after her, like she often will do). She slept up in our bed until about 4:30. WOW. Girl got her nap ON today!

We’ll see what happens tonight. I think I’ll let Kile lay her down again, since that seemed to work well. I won’t deny that it freaked me out having her up there in her crib all alone. Where I couldn’t see her. Even now, I’m gazing at her in her bouncer seat (where’s avidly playing with her own fingers) and I just want to snatch her up and cover her in kisses.

So yeah. That’s what I’m talking about instead of the other things on my mind. Anyone else have any good stories of moving their babies to their cribs that can bolster my fragile mommy ego?

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