Tears over the crib transition (mine, not his)

Baby Boy slept in his crib last night!
The crib that is located in his own room, which is, like … not in our room, which is where he slept for his whole life so far. He was ALL ALONE IN THERE, like he was moved out into a little bachelor apartment. Just him and his teddy. My squishy little baby!
Yeah, I was freaking a bit.
I had been wondering when to transition him from the bassinet of the Playard in our room to the crib in his room. I had started putting him down for naps in there a few weeks ago, but never at night. Some moms told me their babies had been sleeping in their nurseries since they were very young. Other moms told me, “You’ll know when it’s right.”
After all the conflicting advice, the deciding factor was really his bassinet, which had a weight limit of 15 lbs. — and our little 10-week-old man had crept over the 14 lb. mark. Who knows, maybe he is already fifteen pounds! What if he collapses it??? OH MY GOD, he will wake up screaming in a heap of collapsed bassinet fabric and poles! The time is NOW!
Of course, there was also the option of moving him to the “floor” of the Playard. But reaching that far down X-number of times each day and night? Not cool for mama’s back.
So I decided last night was the night. Darling Husband was actually home, so I knew he’d be able to talk me down when things got nervy. We moved his light-up aquarium and special swaddle blanky into the crib. We moved the baby monitor in there. We set up a fan to keep things cool and circulate-y. I determined that leaving the light in the laundry closet on was perfect — it allowed some light to spill into his room, but not too much. Deep breaths, deep breaths!
We put him to bed around 9:30 p.m., and he slept until just after 1:30 a.m. — pretty much exactly how long he would have normally slept. I fed him and he went down again until 5:30 a.m. I fed him again, and he woke up for the day at 7:30 a.m. He seemed happy and well-rested and not at all traumatized! Success!
Oh … do not ask me how many times I crept into the room to check to make sure he was still breathing. It was … a lot.

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