When I lay Oliver in his crib at night I have a hard time leaving him there. Its as if my mind is trying to convince me that something terrible will happen during the night and if he's in another room, or not in my arms I might loose him. This only happens at night...not at any of the various nap times throughout the day.
Crazy. I know.
But I also know that he'll be fine.
So I put him down anyway, kiss his little face, and walk away to my own bed where I turn the monitor up loud and fall asleep to sound of Oliver breathing...because I just can't seem to shake the crazy completely.