Independence is a sweet, sweet thing. And after five and a half long — yet wonderful — months, the girls have finally been introduced to it.
This weekend we started using our second crib. No more intertwined feet or near suffocation experiences. No more kicking or holding hands during the middle of the night. No more body heat blankets.The girls officially have their own space.
Claire seems a bit indifferent to the whole thing. And Grace couldn't be happier. Grace loves to sleep ... have I mentioned this before? And when Grace reluctantly wakes up at 4 a.m to Claire kicking her, she is pretty peeved.
So, we decided it was time. And although from the very beginning of this journey I insisted they would grow up being distinct and unique people, splitting them made me a little sad. It's hard to admit they aren't itty bitty babies anymore.
They have been together for over a year now (most of that in utero), rarely separated for more than a few hours. But they are growing up, and I suppose it's time for me to let them.
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