After we got home from Arizona, it became clear that Lucas was ready to move out of the bassinet he'd been occupying in our room since we brought him home from the hospital. Lucas might have been ready for his big boy crib, but Mama wasn't. Like so many milestones we've welcomed, there is a touch of sadness as each marks the end of an era that we will never get to return to. Moving him out of our room and into the nursery was particularly difficult for me because it highlighted, somewhat poignantly, how each little step moves him ever so slightly out of our grasp.
I let him take a few naps in his crib before we made the official transition to sleeping in there at night, but I think it was more for my benefit as a phasing out period.
Seeing him in his crib, there was an odd sentimental tug at my heart. I recalled putting that crib together while I was pregnant, daydreaming about a squishy little baby sleeping in it. I remembered how I couldn't stop peeking in the room and smiling over the crib as I eagerly awaited the arrival of our child.
August 4, 2011
Very lucky Lucas.
Posted by: Mom N | August 31, 2011 at 12:41 PM