A decision

My mom likes to say that Emmett is spoiled. We hold him too much when he sleeps. We'll never get him to sleep in his bed. We need to get him to fall asleep in his crib without one of us rocking him. I hate to admit it, but she's a little right. During the day, he isn't very good at sleeping in his crib. We'll get him to sleep, put him in his crib and ten minutes later he'll be crying. If we need to feed him at 3am, chances are, one of us will be sleeping with him in the recliner until we need to wake up for the day. We've been slowly working on getting him to sleep in his crib more often. Slowly.

But this afternoon, Emmett was fussy. I couldn't get him to stop crying until I turned up the radio in his room and rocked him. He fell asleep almost immediately. He just needed me to cuddle and rock him. As I was rocking him, I realized that one day, rocking him isn't going to enough. One day my lap, my arms, my heart beat, my voice won't be enough.

So I'm going to take advantage of today when he does need me. There is going to be a day when he'll have to nap in his bed by himself. There is going to be a day when I'll have to stop rocking him to sleep. But that day will come when we're both ready. And today is not that day.