Almost as if she was waiting for the day when my heart was ready; for the moment I had accepted that she was no longer a baby and was now a toddler, my daughter left my bed.
On her own she moved from the warmth of my side, tucked perfectly under my chin where I could smell her baby shampoo and sweet sleep, into her big girl bed.
No crying, no restlessness, and no frustration.
Just a new stage.
A natural progression that was supposed to happen in it’s own time, and it did.
I questioned my choices many times; whether I should have rocked her for so long, or if I should have just let her cry it out. I wondered if I was wrong to co-sleep.
But now that she is sleeping in her own bed?
I so grateful to have had those moments.
Snuggling her cubby cheeks close to mine while she slept, and rocking her to sleep while we read and sang every night.
Listening to her rhythmic breathing and soft baby snores.
Unwinding the tiny fingers from the strands of hair they had found while drifting off to sleep.
In the blink of an eye my baby is gone.
But my memories are here forever.