Last night, we decided to let her cry it out, and it was so incredibly difficult. Laura went in to nurse her later, and she had fallen asleep, sitting on her knees, leaning and holding on to the bars of the crib. I'm so glad she went in there and not me, that would've broken my heart to see her asleep while sitting up like that.
So far it hasn't been as bad as I thought it might be. She's napping easily with her grandmother who's babysitting during the days. Hopefully, things will go smoothly as the days progress. It would be nice if she could nap and sleep on her own while we're in Texas visiting in 2 weeks.
I'll always miss waking up and seeing her snoozing next to me, or pushing me away from her, or feeling her little feet kick me, and my personal favorite, when she reaches up and out to make sure we're still there with her. I'm sure she'll climb into bed with us as she gets older, but having those little arms try to wrap around my neck while she breathes her short little breaths in my ear will always hold an incredibly special place in my heart.