Magic.

Ok, so we went to visit the grandparents for Easter, and this was the plan… Emma was going to sleep in her own room, in her own crib the night that we came home (Sunday.) It would be perfect since her sleeping cycle was going to be messed up anyway. Sunday night, however, we decided otherwise. She joined us for what was to be her last night in Mom and Pop’s room. Monday was the big day. Here is how it happened..

We gave Emma a bath (which was special since she only gets one about twice a week,) gave her a bottle (which was ALSO special because she will not take a bottle for her life,) and swaddled her from the arms down. We left her arms out so she could suck on her hands since she will also NOT take a pacifier. We were ready to endure the long hours of crying since it would be “for her own good.”  As we were singing her a song and saying her prayers I thought to myself, “This will never work.” What happened next was magic. She looked around her crib and decided it was a pretty groovy place to be.  She put her left hand in her mouth and used her right hand to keep it in place while she sucked herself to sleep. AND that was it. No crying- just sucking. The next thing we knew, she was off in Dreamland, not to be seen again until 8 am the following morning. This is how it went the first night. Luckily, she is a smart girl and remembered what she should do the next few nights.  It has been amazing sleep for Mom since.  Sleep never felt so good.  It’s time to put the bassinet away for the next baby. Emma’s officially kicked out of our room…

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