It’s time to move Charlie to her crib at night. Yes, she still fits in her bassinet. Yes, she is still well within the age range of staying in our room. But she is noisy. So noisy. It makes the whole “sleep when the baby sleeps” hard to impossible to do.
I’m burning out.
It’s been hard to convince myself that moving her is the right decision when it feels so selfish. While she is fairly good at sleeping at night, she is terrible at sleeping during the day. You would think until we had the days under control, we would not want to mess with the night.
But the other evening, I staved off a meltdown. Again. It wasn’t that she was being excessively needy. It wasn’t that she was being difficult. It was just that we were both tired. And I’d I was bending over backwards to make sure that I’m doing everything to ensure that she gets the best sleep possible. Why don’t I award myself the same privilege?
Especially since a calm, adequately rested mother might actually be just one more thing that would benefit Charlie.