I knew this day would come...

Today has been a pretty emotional day for me.  This morning we decided to move Libby Anne to her room to sleep at night instead of in her co-sleeper next to my side of the bed.  I knew this day would come, but I am definitely not ready for it.

I know that it is probably time to move her to her room and I know it is probably better for Libby Anne at this point... but I am struggling with the move myself.  I know it is selfish, but I want to be near her.  I feel like I NEED to be near her.

It's no secret.  Being a working mom is not something I want to be nor something that I am particularly adjusting to very well.  I hate every second of it because work takes me away from Libby Anne.  Because of this, I find myself craving Libby Anne; I want to spend every possible second with her.

When she is next to me in our room, I feel close to her.  I can peek over and see her precious little face.  I can smell her sweet little body.  I can touch her soft little hands.  I can rub her fuzzy little head.

Now that she is in her own room, I can't do any of that.

I haven't even gone to bed yet and I already miss her.

She has been sleeping soundly for about an hour now, so I have a feeling that this is MUCH harder for me than it is for her.  Hopefully I will be able to make it through tonight and Libby Anne will sleep well on her own.