praying for sleep

Our bedroom is huge. Ginormous. Now that there is no crib or no bassinet or baby things in it, I am amazed at all the space we have in here. Not that I minded having the bassinet and then the crib in our room… not that I minded having James sleeping in our room… roomsharing, they call it… as opposed to co-sleeping or the family bed… just, it’s nice to reclaim some space as our own.

James spent his first night in his own room last night. I spent my first night in that room, too… Well, most of it anyways. I started off in our bedroom and woke up when James started crying the first time and just stayed there. I was looking around with the light of a nightlight in the guest bathroom near his door during one of the times I was up feeding him and I am amazed at how big his room is, too, when it’s clean. Not that he messes it up yet… but that there is so much stuff for babies these days… but when it’s all put away, he really has a big room.

I guess that’s why he cried so much more last night, even though his mommy was right there like normal. His room is so big and dark and lonely and new. He has been taking his daytime naps in his crib so I hope tonight it doesn’t seem as big and dark and lonely to him.