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		<title>Cold Feet</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 06 Oct 2010 11:26:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>So, determined to stick with my plan, I let the baby fall asleep in my bed, with the intent to carry her into her crib. Baby steps. I placed my hands under her to lift her, and stopped, as a giant pit appeared, out of nowhere, in my stomach. I burst into tears. &#8220;I can&#8217;t&#160;<a href="http://mommyeverafter.com/mommyhood/cold-feet/" class="read-more">Continue Reading</a></p>
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				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So, determined to stick with <a href="http://mommyeverafter.wordpress.com/2010/10/05/empty-nesters/">my plan</a>,<br />
I let the baby fall asleep in my bed,<br />
with the intent to carry her into her crib.<br />
Baby steps.<br />
I placed my hands under her to lift her,<br />
and stopped,<br />
as a giant pit appeared, out of nowhere, in my stomach.<br />
I burst into tears.<br />
&#8220;I can&#8217;t do it! It&#8217;s too soon! She&#8217;s grown up tooooooooo fast!&#8221;<br />
<em>Or something like that. </em><br />
My husband laughed and told me that if I moved the baby into her crib he would give me a Twix bar.<br />
I tried again.<br />
I told myself, over and over, that this move was in her best interest; that allowing the baby to sleep in her own crib in her own room would be the greatest thing for her.<br />
And so, I slid my hands under her sleeping body and lifted her, making sure to nuzzle her into my chest just enough so that she&#8217;d feel secure and stay asleep.<br />
And, it worked.<br />
Until, three steps into my journey, true to form, I could no longer walk.<br />
This was not just another case of the <a href="http://mommyeverafter.wordpress.com/2010/06/17/tea-honestly/">crazies</a>.<br />
I <em>actually </em>couldn&#8217;t walk.<br />
You see, my earlier in the evening, my feet were feeling particularly cold, so I put on my cozy, knit slippers with my flannel PJs.<br />
Apparently, one of the fuzzy balls on my right slipper got caught on the wheels of the portable crib, and I was stuck;<br />
sleeping baby in my arms,<br />
foot in my slipper,<br />
slipper trapped in my crib wheel.<br />
Of course.<br />
My husband tried to slide my foot out of the slipper, in order to free to me so that I could complete my journey, but no such luck. I was really, truly stuck. 7 hours or a few minutes later he finally managed to untangle me, and I managed to place the baby down in her crib.<br />
Hmmmmmm&#8230;<br />
this gives me an idea&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.<br />
what if I just so happened to check on her,<br />
and just so happened to be wearing my fuzzy slippers with the little balls,<br />
and just so happened to get my slipper stuck in one of the crevices of her crib&#8230;.<br />
if that were to <em>accidentally </em>happen, somehow, then I would be forced to spend the night in the baby&#8217;s room with her, wouldn&#8217;t I?<br />
Just thought I&#8217;d check!</p>
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