Sleeping in his "big boy" bedMuch to my dismay, we've moved Oliver out of the bassinet and into his crib. Once I read the weight limit and saw that he was 2.5 lbs. over it, it was a pretty simple decision. Mac didn't like the bassinet, so she was in the crib basically from the beginning. But Oliver loved his bassinet, and I loved having him near me. Now I can't lean over and check on him 100 times a night -- I actually have to get out of bed if I want to see him. And I have to get up to feed him instead of just reaching over. And now when he cries in the middle of the night, he is that much closer to Mac, thus increasing the odds of waking her up.
However, there is something satisfying about having him in his own room. His room had sort of turned into a big, messy "holding room" for all sorts of stuff. Now it is clean and orderly. It's also sort of neat that he has something of his own -- his own bed, in his own room, with his own toys in his own toybox (although, as Mac will confirm, nothing really belongs to him -- it is all hers). What is perhaps most satisfying is when I do my final walk down the hall before bed each night. I usually check in on Mac and then head to bed. But now I check Mac, then Oliver -- sort of like accounting for all my little ones. It makes me feel like a mother hen settling her chicks in for the night. It's hard to explain, but it's one of those intangible things that makes me feel like a mom.
