Finnegan is growing up

Tonight, Doug prepared Finnegan to sleep in his own room on the main floor and after exploring his new environment he settled into his bed and fell asleep. Doug was so gentle with Finnegan, he had everything ready; the bed, his pajamas, his toys and helicopter books. All the necessary comforts were ready to ease Finnegan into his new room.

While Doug read to Finn and kept him in his bed my thoughts resisted this change.
A few times I mentioned to Doug, that maybe we should just let him get used to the room and try to leave him there tomorrow night. But, Doug was strong and he resisted my impulses to avoid separation.

The last few weeks have been hard for me, so many endings to deal with. First, my furry little friend, Grenade died. Then I stopped nursing Finnegan and feared that our special bond would be broken. And now he's no longer sleeping next me. For two years and two weeks Finnegan has been by my side and now he's not in my room.

He looked like such a big boy in his little car bed reading his helicopter flight manual. He's only two years old. I love Finnegan so much that it's hard to let him go and yet I know that these steps are necessary for him to gain independence and for me to get ready for the new baby.

I hope he doesn't have any bad dreams and I'll wait for the moment when he comes into our bedroom to snuggle into bed with us.