Well....it finally happened....

It finally happened......we've spent weeks even months leading up to this moment...a moment I thought may never happen....I moment I wasn't necessarily ready for.....a monumental stepping stone to the future of our daughter.....Reagan spent the night in HER room in HER bed. That's right people, Ben finally won and Reagan is sleeping in her crib. Ahhh...let me pause a moment to wipe away my tears. Joking aside, where has my little baby gone!? She has been replaced with a sweet little girl who holds her head up all by herself, almost rolls over, jibber jabbers back to me, blows bubbles at me, holds on to her toys by herself and gasp...sleeps in her own bed. I thought for sure the first night she slept in her bed, I would be weeping outside the door the entire night. Ben put a quick stop to that when I kept sneaking in to check on her. We are doing the 15 minute cry it out method (heart wrenching but works like a charm!) and was a little frustrated that my 15 minutes was really about 3 1/2....by far the longest 3 1/2 minutes EVER! While Ben loves her to pieces, he just can't grasp how much I love her. It isn't natural for a mom to carry a baby for 10 months (it's not 9 months people...don't let them lie to you) and then feel comfortable putting your baby out of sight for bedtime only 3 months after their arrival. I laugh at myself when I remember back pre-Reagan when I thought I had it all figured out and my list of "I will nevers"....oh how God makes us realize how little control we really have. I think I've broken almost all of them already...keep in mind my kid is not even 4 months yet!

I'll never let her sleep in our bed. (check)

I would never let her sleep in our room past 6 weeks. (check)

I would never let her sleep in a swing/bouncy seat. How awful. (check)

I would never spend that much on an outfit. That's absurd. (check)

I will never be that mom that is afraid of her kid getting germs. (check)

I'm proud of Ben and I sticking to our sleep regiment...or should I say Ben taking charge and keeping us on our sleep plan. I live for the cuddle moments before bedtime and can't wait until the morning when I get to snuggle her while she's still asleep (before she wakes up and becomes livid that she's so hungry). I love being a wife. I love being a daughter. I love being a sister. There are no words though to describe the joy in being a mommy, other than simply the best. Reagan has become a mommy's girl and cries when I leave her or she can see me and someone else is holding her. While I think it drives Ben crazy, I must admit...I totally enjoy it. :)