Paranoid Parenting

I never figured I’d be a paranoid parent, but that’s what I have become. Truthfully, I figured my type A personality could be nothing BUT a paranoid parent…but I digress. Baby Owen has still been sleeping in a bassinet in our bedroom until last night. It has brought me comfort to know that he’s right beside me and if I need to feed him in the middle of the night I can just sit up, feed him, and put him back to bed or if I need to make sure he’s still breathing I just pop my head up and I can see his little chest moving up and down. Yet, I realized that I wasn’t just being paranoid, I was being a little selfish. Here’s my little 15 pound baby squished in a bassinet where his feet touch the bottom and his arms can stretch out in his touchdown sleepy pose he loves. Then and there I decided it’s time to train him to sleep in his big boy crib. I just knew that it was going to be a horrible, cry all night kind of deal so I waited until my Spring Break to attempt it. Last night was the big night and I laid him down about 10:30 and I checked on him 500 times before I went to bed, and much to my surprise, each time I checked he was sleeping comfortably…all stretched out! I had to go in a wake him up at 8:00 this morning to eat…not even one little peep out of him all night. This morning as I’m looking at my little sleepy head boy I realized life had taught me another lesson and here’s what I learned…

Life Lesson #1: Even babies deserve a little freedom and independence…even if it means just stretching out their arms in a big boy crib

Baby Owen in his touchdown sleepy pose