Outside pressures took their toll on me last night. I didn't want to co-sleep with my daughter. I want to be in my own bed. I want my mom to stop worrying. I want all those nay-sayers to shut-up. So, I told my daughter, "I am not sleeping with you tonight!" After 4 hours of dealing with an over-tired baby, I caved and we both slept so well!
Truth is, I don't want to co-sleep. Fact is, it's pretty much a given if mom is nursing and wants to get some sleep at night. Of course, I take every precaution, and I try to soothe her in her bassinet before finally curling up with her.
She's not even 2 weeks old, yet. She needs me. Besides, while I'd rather wake up to a handsome, bearded face in the morning, it is rather nice to wake up to the tiny, beautiful features of my daughter happily snoozing in the crook of my arm. In a short time, though it seems long now, I will be back in bed with hubby. For now, I'm going to stop stressing and start enjoying the small time I have with my newborn.
After all, she's already over a week old, her cord stump already fell out, and Bubby is already over 2 years old!