So Steve and I have made a radical decision: we are sleeping in the living room now, on the futon, in order to see how much her waking is sheer habit, or exacerbated by our proximity to her in the bedroom.
It is so strange to go to bed without her next to me, her little body a twitching furnace. But it's wonderful to snuggle up next to my husband now, without Ruthie trying to make an "H" out of our sprawling, sleeping bodies. We're into a new phase of nighttime parenting.
I had already been working slowly towards this transition anyway, and it will be very nice to get a full night's rest for the first time in ten months. But I'll miss that little warm body snuggling next to me. And when she wakes up next to me in the morning, she has the goofiest drunken smile I've ever seen. She doesn't wake up happy in the crib. I can't snuggle next to her. I can't smell that intoxicating hair.
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