UPDATE: Jonah slept from 10:15 pm until 6:15 this morning. I did have to get up once and do some quick butt-patting at 4:30, but he immediately went back to sleep. I was up with him for an hour at 6:15, and now he's back fast asleep. And I was so brave. I only went up when I heard him fussing (well, not counting the three or four times I checked on him between the time he went to bed and the time I did). So anyway, I definitely consider this first night a success. I like how dark it is in his room, and he seems to fall asleep better rocking in the glider than in the rocking chair we have downstairs (probably a lot less distraction). I played soft music on the CD player, turned on is mobile for him, and had a small fan (air circulator), a tower fan, and the ceiling fan on for noise and to cool it down. It feels about ten degrees hotter up there than it is down here, so I didn't want him to overheat. It seems he slept (is sleeping) really well. (But in the nature of Jonah, you can never get too excited about the first time at anything... he's fighting his bottles some again and is not loving the squash as much as he did at first either. So anyway, we'll probably have to give it a while before we know if his own room makes a difference.)
And on the docket for today.... AVOCADO!
I took this picture of Jonah about twenty minutes ago. He's asleep in his own bed in his own room all the way upstairs. It was my idea. It was my decision. But I can't decide if I'm totally excited about it or completely sad. I have cried a couple times.
(And keep it to yourself about the bumper pad and the blanket being in the crib. I don't want to hear it.)
"Why has it been so hard?" you ask. Because this is what awaited me in my room...
Isn't that just the saddest thing you've ever seen?
But alas, it is what it is. I just didn't feel like we'd be able to do the whole night time routine and get him used to "this is what happens at bedtime" until he was in his own room. And I could have started out slow and just done naps up there for a while, but I'm impulsive and do things on the spur of the moment. What can I say? That's just how I roll. (Plus, I didn't want to have to keep moving the SIDS monitor and his mobile back and forth twice a day.)
So pray for me, friends. Our bedroom's one lonely place tonight.
He's so faaaar away. Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore? It would be so fine to see his face at my door....
Sorry. Just had to get that out.