Confession

So, my daughter just turned 9 months old. And do you know where she sleeps? In her swing. Still.

It all started when she was a newborn. She hated sleeping on her back in the portable crib we had in our room, as did her two brothers. So we started putting her in her carseat to sleep at night and then placing that in the portable crib to get her used to it. We figured maybe once she got familiar with the feel of being in the crib, she'd make the transition. No dice.

So then when she was about 8 weeks old, we moved her to the swing after she started waking up quite a few times at night. Worked like a charm. She slept straight through from 8 p.m until 7 am and we were in heaven. It continued like this and people (read: my mother and mother-in-law) would make comments about how "she really should be sleeping in her crib by now". But, you know what? Are they going to come over at night and get up with her every 90 minutes until the crack of dawn? And then, being dog tired from being up all night, care for and entertain two 3 year old boys all day? I highly doubt it. And so as long as she is sleeping and, more importantly, I am sleeping, then everything shall remain status quo. The day is fast approaching when she will no longer fit in swing anyway and I know my nights of uninterrupted sleep are numbered.

But until that day does come, Sweet Dreams.