|Sure he's cute now, but you should see him at 3 a.m.|
All I could think about was my desire for some sleep -- just a little sleep with no nursling attached. I wanted to be able to go into my room, turn on my bedside light, read in bed and fall asleep all without waking any sleeping midgets. My sleep-deprived mind felt as though it was going just a tad bit crazy.
Thus, I found myself telling my husband that if he could find the baby monitor, I would put the baby in the crib. Even feeling desperate for sleep, it's something of a sucker punch in the gut for me to move the baby out of my room and lose that midnight connection. However, the monitor was found and hooked up. The baby was moved out of my bed and bedroom and he did fuss and object -- for a few minutes.
And then, miracle of miracles, I didn't hear from him again until 4 a.m. The next night it was 1:30, but I still got a few hours of good sleep. Since then, the wake up calls have been coming between 5 and 7. Full nights of sleep!
So kick me out of the attachment parenting club, if you must (though my membership was probably always in doubt). My son is sleeping in his crib, and we're both getting more sleep. I miss the cuddling a little bit, but mostly I am loving the sleep. I'll cuddle during the day.