We're pretty much just relaxing and swaying and snuggling and loving our lives when I think "okay, time to put her in her crib." I whisper those three little words and instantly, her whole body tenses, two tiny little fists clench my shirt sleeves, and the saddest little panic of a whimper sets in.
Every time I'm always like "dang it! I wasn't going to do that again!" but I forget. I'm still trying to get myself in the habit of something else like "I'll see you when you wake up" or something but I can never seem to remember in time.
That poor girl.
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