It’s Crib-To-Bed Transition Time – Pass The Booze!
It has been a month, and I must admit that there have been some very nice things that have happened as a result of my baby becoming a little girl. Before the crib-jumping incident, when Jake tried to put her to bed, she would cry for “Mama” in such a heart-wrenching plea that I pretty much always went to her. And I breastfed my daughter for over 21 months. Not because I’m such a breastfeeding advocate (I firmly believe it works for you, great; if it doesn’t, everyone will be just fine), but because I truly enjoyed that bond with her, and I knew it would be my last time doing it. I also wasn’t quite sure how to get her to sleep without my boobs.
Now she takes Jake’s hand and says, “Come, Daddy. Goodnight, Mommy,” and together, they go to her room for story time. And this means I can spend more time snuggling with my older son, and he gets his mommy all to himself.
I don’t have the magic touch. Jake is able to put her to bed and she stays there, but her naps with me inevitably end up with her curled up on the floor, surrounded by books, her soft strawberry blonde hair spilling out from under the door. And last night, I slept on her floor because she had fallen out of her bed and was too scared to be by herself. But, we’re working on it, which is all we can do.
“This too shall pass,” my father always says, and I think of it every time being a mom presents some challenges. In the grand scheme of things, this stressful time is just a blip. An exhausting, annoying, hair-pulling stage, but a necessary one. I am lucky to have such a feisty and funny daughter, although I now know that in about 10 years or so, she may just well be trying to escape out of her window.