Last night Brendan hit another milestone; he is too big for his cradle.
In our master bedroom, we have a cradle that is beside our bed for Brendan to sleep in instead of a bassinet. This cradle was the same one that I used as a baby as well as all of my siblings. The bedding was sewn by my aunt and used by my cousins. I loved having this family heirloom our apartment for my own baby to use. But now, less than three months old, he is too big to sleep in our room anymore.
Last night when we woke up in the middle of the night to feed him, Brendan had kicked himself around where he was completely vertical and was pushing with his feet against the edge which, in turn, pushed his head against the other side. With him getting bigger, rolling over, and moving a lot more, we decided that it was safest to move him to his own room, in his own crib. This was actually a hard move for me. I know that it sounds silly but it seems as though it is the first step to him growing up and needing me less. It was difficult for me to sleep as soundly knowing that he was in the other room and that I may not hear him cry as quickly as before. I know that this is just the next step and that Brendan will gain independence slowly, this is a good thing - just a little difficult. He actually did really well and I think he might actually sleep a little longer in the mornings without hearing us move around getting ready. For now, he is still my baby boy, one day, probably sooner than I expect, this will all be in the past and he will be grown son. Until that point, I am just enjoying every minute of his growth.