Lately, however, I've been longing for the days of not worrying that every move I make will mean a 30 pound child grasping me for at least half an hour. Don't hear me wrong, I'm happy to breastfeed her for as long as she wants to. I wouldn't have it any other way. However, when it's 4 am and I'm getting up in an hour, and she's not nursing, but just likes the nipple in her mouth...that I can do without. I never thought I'd encourage her to suck her thumb! We joke about buying her a pacifier (at 22 months old, no less), but I know it's not the same.

Well, two nights ago, as I was nursing her to sleep in our crammed together bed, I asked her if she'd like to move her bed across the room and sleep in it alone. (Drum roll please) she smiled and nodded, not missing a drop of milk - she's a pro, you see. So, last night I lowered the mattress in her crib (I knew she'd fall out and she did, twice), and moved furniture in our room. Wow!! I haven't been able to get into bed from the side in a year, and boy, that's nice.

Sophie went into her bed at 9:15pm, asleep and full. She woke up for milk at 11:00pm and 3:22am, both times letting me put her back in her bed without crying. Then she woke up at 5:45am and she's sleeping on my chest (and the rest of my torso) now. She's about to be laid down again, though. This is sooooooo nice!