Transitioning into the Crib

For the past two weeks, I slowly started transitioning Lola from being swaddled and sleeping in our room to being unswaddled and sleeping in her own room.

The first couple of nights we unswaddled one arm. Then we moved to having both arms unswaddled:



Next was the unswaddling of her legs. I decided it would be best if we dressed her in an infant "sleep sack" so she would feel loosely swaddled and stay warm.


The next move involved Lola napping in her crib. Prior to this, she always took her naps in our room (or in Josh's arms). By the way, if you are wondering what that white thing with the wedges is, it is called an "infant sleep positioner." It gives babies a snug womb-like feeling and it works well at keeping a blanket snug around them.



Then, it was time. The first night in her crib.

After I placed Lola in her crib, I stood in the doorway and got all welled up. Ridiculous, right? But there was a part of me that was sad about her sleeping in her crib. She wouldn't be as close, I wouldn't be able to hear her breathe, she would be ONE STEP CLOSER TO BEING GROWN-UP. Like I said, ridiculous. Lola will so end up in therapy and it will so be my fault.

There she was, still using the positioner, in her crib:




Lola's first night in the crib went well. I strategically planned her first crib night to fall on a Friday night because I wasn't sure how she would respond. Would she wake up and think, where am I? Nope, there was none of that. She slept from 7:30 PM to 5:00 AM and didn't wake up a single time.

On the other hand, I woke up at
10 PM,
11 PM,
11:20 PM (I know, really?),
2 AM,
3:30 AM, and
4 AM

Each time, I bounded out of bed as if I had hit the snooze button one too many times and was late to the bar exam and every time, she was soundly sleeping.

The following morning, Josh also informed me that at one point I woke him up. Apparently, our conversation went something like this:

Me (Sitting straight up in bed, slamming my arm across Josh's chest): OMG! WHERE IS LOLA?
Josh (Still sleeping): Huh?
Me: WHERE IS SHE?
Josh: She is in her crib.
Me: WHY?
Josh: You put her in there.
Me: Okay. (Roll over, go back to sleep).

So, uh, maybe I woke up 7 times?

Tonight will be Lola's third night in her crib. It's her first night without her sleep positioner and her first night with a crib bumper. We decided to purchase a bumper today since somehow she seems to scoot right up to the slats and stick her little arms through.

So far, so good. Now, if only I could sleep like a baby.