So the day I have been dreading came on Friday night. This was the night we officially put Brett in his crib in his own room. Now I know that some of you must be thinking that "wow, he's threee months old and he was still sleeping in your room!". Yes, we had his pack n play situated right next to my side of the bed, so I could just grab him in the middle of the night when he needed to nurse.
He's gradually been sleeping longer and longer, (although we'll still get a 3 a.m. wakeup on occasion), so yes, it's time to get him into his own room.
I know this is what needs to happen. We have a beautiful $400 crib to put him in. It's quiet in there and he needs to get used to his independence. Still it's HARD for me. I have come to love having him sleeping peacefully in his little bassinet right next to me. It's so reassuring to hear his little baby breaths as I drift to sleep.
So, we made the move on Friday. He did really well, but woke up at 3:00 (which sucks, because I have to go into his room to feed him now, unless Steve is gracious enough to get up and bring him to me). Other than that, no problem. And Saturday night, I about freaked out. I got up at 5:15, having not heard him yet and was hoping he was okay. He was sleeping peacefully, and in fact, didn't wake up until 6:30! This was a record for him... 7 1/2 to 8 hours of sleep!
We've also now started using the baby monitor, which is nice, but not the same. It's reassuing to hear him, but I miss having him in our room. I can't believe how sad I am about the move.... I don't know what I'll do when he goes to college!