![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() When it was time to transition him to his crib, I hit my sleep-deprivation rock bottom. While I felt loved my new baby dearly, the sleep deprivation was absolutely jarring. Every day would painfully bleed into the next, with no end in sight for the midnight, 2 a.m., 4 a.m. Soon enough we both felt like zombies-serving a life sentence. Then reality sank in quickly and ruthlessly. At six weeks, he’d transition flawlessly to his crib where he would sleep for 12-hour stretches while hubby and I would begin to adjust back to normal life-cook up elaborate, romantic dinners like we used to, and settle into our comfy sectional to watch endless episodes of The Walking Dead and Orange is the New Black. I had grand visions of a slumbering little peanut, peacefully dreaming while I watched his angel face smiling back at me I wasn’t going to miss any of it. For the first six weeks, the baby would sleep in the bassinet, closest to my side of the bed. We thought we had it all figured out even before our baby arrived. ![]()
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