Go to Sleep

As a first time mom, I wanted to cuddle and snuggle my new baby every single chance I got.  Which meant every night I rocked him to sleep and ever so gently laid my sweet sleeping baby down to sleep.  When he would wake, he woke up crying - not all out screaming, but that I'm-awake-come-get-me cry.  Every now and again EM would wake up laughing or giggling.  It was the sweetest thing, but not all the time.  I read all these books that tell you to put the babe in their bed while they were still awake.  Reason being is that when you rock them to sleep that's the last place they remember being.  When they wake up in the morning in bed, they are all confused and a little frightened.  While the babe is in a familiar place, it's not where they last remembered being.  Imagine falling asleep in your hubby's arms on the sofa only to wake up the next day in your old auntie's bed.  How are you going to feel when you wake up?  Dazed and confused?  Babes, I think, feel the same when they wake up in a crib haven fallen asleep in someone's arms. 

Now, baby #2 comes along and I, of course, do not remember all this great wisdom I gleaned from baby #1.  I'm just tired and I have to put this one to bed, go read the other one a story, fix lunch, straighten up a bit.  I don't have time or energy to rock the baby to sleep, if I do I'm going to be asleep too.  So I put #2 in the bed, he's no totally happy, but I tell myself I'll go back in there after I've read the first babe a good night story.  Only when I finish the story #2 is sleep!  Huh!  Ok!  Everyday #2's unhappiness when he's put in the bed is less and less until finally you put him in the bed and he just lays his head down and goes to sleep (we're not to this milestone yet, but I know it's coming - have faith people.)  Now!  Here's the best part, when #2 wakes up in the morning.  He wakes up laughing and "talking" to his little glow in the dark seahorse, Seabert.  It can be 30 minutes before I go in his room.  He and Seabert will just carry on a conversation like that's what folks do at 6:30AM.  :)  It is straight up awesomeness.  This morning NA wakes up, talking about some craziness.  I go in his room to get him up for the day (after about 5 minutes of his talking) only to discover his little legs sticking through the slats in the crib.  He's not crying, not freaking out.  Just talking to Seabert about how he got his legs stuck in the slats.  I'm all panicy like, "NA!  What are your legs doing sticking out the crib."  He's like, "Hmm, dunno.  Good Morning, Mommy!  You bring me a snack?"