Yesterday, Emmett turned 8 weeks old. He celebrated by moving into his crib in his own room. Since he arrived home, he's been sleeping in this cradle, just a couple feet away from me at night. It's a special cradle, built by Emmett's great great uncle and used by many, many family members before him, including me. I've enjoyed having him next to me, and it's just a little bit harder to fall asleep at night without him there. It brings back memories of those first two nights home from the hospital, when he was still in the NICU. His cradle sat empty and I cried myself to sleep both nights.
Now, he is only two rooms away, sleeping through the night. I blinked once and suddenly he is 8 weeks old and growing so fast I can almost watch it happen. He is taking the very first step away from total dependence on me, and he's ready. I watch him sleep in his crib, and if I squint hard, I can just about see a little boy instead of a newborn.
Emmett is growing and changing and reaching milestones perfectly. And so we tuck away the cradle for now, because Emmett is ready for his crib, just as he should be. I may not be ready, but he is!