Jimmy is our first baby to actually tolerate being put down while he's sleeping. Well, I mean, Grace would eventually give up each night, but it took hooours of holding her and many, many trips back in when she woke up. Katie was like, bitch, please, you WILL hold me, and if your eyes are open, they will be gazing upon me adoringly. Jimmy, well, he prefers strongly to be held, but you can get him in the right mood and put him down. Thank god, because it turns out three is a lot of kids.
He does not usually tolerate such insolence at night. He strongly prefers to co-sleep and be snuggled at night. Every once in awhile, though, I can get him down in the cradle until his first waking. Last night, he woke up around 11:30ish, so it did not last long. I nursed him and snuggled him, and noticed that he was REALLY asleep. And I could probably put him back in the cradle and he'd do pretty well. And then I looked at his pudding cheeks, and his tiny fingers and his fluffy hair, and I thought, I won't be able to do this much longer. He's going to need a bedtime (for my own sake), he's going to get too restless, he's going to be too big and he'll need to learn to sleep on his own. You know, like they say, babies don't keep. So I curled him up next to me and went back to sleep. And totally, totally do not regret it.