Bear with me...this post is a little more emotional!!!
So today is finally the day that
However, I'm tired of sneaking into my bedroom at night with a flashlight, tip-toeing to bed, and stressing that every time I roll over he might wake up--because Jack is most certainly the lightest sleeper you'll ever meet (second only to one other--his mother). Add in the fact that every SINGLE night this week, despite our sneaky tactics, we have managed somehow to wake him up. The door squeaks. The blankets rustle. I sip my water a little too loud. The toilet flushes. Take your pick--it doesn't take much. So, I believe this has given me just the oomph I need to make it happen.
He is currently taking his first nap in there....we're going on 3 hours. Hopefully, this is an indication of good things to come. I'm certainly excited over being able to watch TV in my bedroom again, going to bed when I feel like it--without having to sneak in there and cringing every time I hear him move thinking he's waking up. We'll even be able to go to the bathroom at night if we need to without holding our breath to see if we've done the unthinkable. I'm glad that we won't wake him up in the morning when we're getting ready. And countless other things....
Yet, despite how ready I feel right now in the afternoon, something tells me that tonight, when I curl into my own bed...and look over, where he used to be (for nearly 9 months), it's not going to feel this easy. In fact, I think it's probably going to feel pretty hard. We've never slept a night more than a few feet apart since the day he was born. And while I'm pretty sure that he's going to get some peaceful, uninterrupted slumber that he desperately needs--I am not. I will be listening for every little sound that could indicate something is amiss...probably for the rest of my life. Neurotic? Perhaps.
However, I know its time...even if my heart breaks a little in the process.
Wish me luck!!
