Empty Bassinet

For those of you who have been wondering…yes, Rylie has been sleeping in her own room since Monday night. And by far, this has been the hardest transition for me. I cried. And as Brian tried to comfort me by saying, “Chas, she is just growing up”, I cried even harder. The hardest part about Monday night was looking over to see an empty bassinet by the side of my bed. I felt so…unsettled! I was scared that she was clear across the house from me, nervous that I couldn’t see her exact position and the placement of her blanket, guilty because she was all alone, and more simply…I was lonely! I felt as if I hadn’t seen her in a week and I missed her terribly. That first night was rough! I can honestly say that I really didn’t sleep much at all. Each time I heard something come across the monitor, I darted down our hall-way, raced through our living room, zipped around the corner, and charged through the door to her bedroom. ..only to find…what?! A sleeping baby! Thankfully, the transition didn’t seem to bother little Miss Rylie. So, she peacefully sleeps in her crib and each night I become a bit more comfortable with the fact that, paraphrasing Brian, “our little girl is growing up!” Can you even begin to imagine what I am going to be like when she goes off to school for the first time, goes to her first sleepover, her first date, drives a car, or….OMGoodness…she will eventually even move away from home. I can’t stand the thought of it…so, from now on…I’m going to take it day by day, soak it all in and relish these days we have with her! Thank you, God, for blessing us with Rylie!

Here is how we found her Tuesday morning: