This post is a continuation of our Big Boy bed Transition story. You can find part 1 here and my friends and readers’ (who are friends I just haven’t met yet) advice on the big transition here and here.
So we up and did it. We put the bed together Saturday morning, and by we I do mean all of us.
Monkey see, monkey do, much?
(Kind of terrifying, actually, that he will repeat exactly what he sees DanO or me model. Hope he turns out ok.)
After all of the ‘last bed in stock’ hubub and feeling a bit rushed/frantic, it turned out to be a really fun family project to put the bed together. DanO directed the efforts, OBaby brought tools and (light weight) parts on demand, and I did a wee bit more bending a lifting than my pregnant back would have liked me to have done.
Once the bed was together, the crib came down. And just that fast, it was big bed or bust. Like whoomp, there it is. (Hello early 90s reference.)
We set up the bed, OBaby helped put the sheets on, we put all of his stuffed animals at the foot of the mattress, (which is something one of YOU, my friends and readers (who are friends I just haven’t met yet) suggested to us. FABULOUS idea.) and we generally made it a really great place to be.
There is an opening in the railing, which is good because then OBaby can safely get up and down on his own without trying to climb over the rails (and you know he would), but we do need to keep a step stool under it because he is still a wee peanut. He kicked the stool out of the way once accidentally when trying to get down, which had me worried that it wouldn’t work, but once it was gone, he slid down on his belly, got down, and put the stool back.
Conveniently, once we had finished all of this work, it was almost naptime. We did most of the naptime routine on the bed instead of on the rocker like we used to. I think this time on his bed with his Daddy (his most favoritest person in the whole entire worlds) was really good for OBaby – very first association with this new space was calm, positive, and unforced.
They did a little cuddling…
…and then OBaby…
…wait for it…
had a completely successful naptime in his big boy bed, zero stuggles or hiccups!
Granted, no one within a mile radius of our house was allowed to breathe, you could have heard a pin drop for the entire duration of the nap, and DanO and I were completely glued to the video monitor, but it was a raging success. All parties were pleased. When OBaby woke up, he did what he had normally done in his crib: he rolled around a little, played with this toes, did some baby yoga (downward dog is his favorite), and then he got out of his bed. Just like that, he was a big boy bed user.
Can I just tell you how much that nap lowered my blood pressure? O My Serotonin levels, that nap was such a relief and gave us such confidence come bedtime. I imagine that relieved state of his parents helped OBaby with the change, too.
We did bedtime routine as usual and before you could say “They grow so fast”, OBaby was fast asleep for the night in his new bed. It was just as seamless as naptime had been!
At least… until 2:30am…
when DanO and I woke to the sound of little feet padding down the hallway and into our room.
“hi…” he whispered, waddling up to DanO’s side of the bed.
I absolutely died and exploded from the cute. HOW COULD YOU NOT?! I will cherish that memory forever – the sweetness of my little toddler wandering into our room in the middle of the night on his first night in his big boy bed. LOVE.
Except, it was still 2:30am, and he did still need to sleep several more hours. DanO brought him into his room and tried to help him calm down (apparently waking up at 2:30am and being able to walk into your parents’ bedroom puts one in a rather playful mood). We worked on that for an hour, rocking, calming, cuddling, but didn’t really take. Finally we told him that it was time to go to sleep, and we closed his bedroom door.
Please hear me out: I am not one to leave my baby to cry, I’m really not. When he was younger, we did a humorously short stint of trying to teach him to “self-soothe” as it’s called, and after an hour my entire digestive system had turned itself inside out. It just does not work for us.
We knew that OBaby understood where to sleep, we knew that his room was a safe place for him to be, and we knew that he was not scared or disturbed by the situation based on the sounds he was making (a mama knows her baby’s cries). So, we let it happen. He whined, he banged, he complained, but he never bawled. And then, after less than 30 minutes of protest… silence.
Except we couldn’t see him on the video monitor, which meant he was not on his bed.
I’m pretty sure he slept on the rug by his door from 4am to 9am, and yes I feel kind of badly about that. However, he has not done it since. Our entire road since that 4am struggle has been an absolute cake walk. Next day’s nap was a breeze. The next night’s bedtime it only took going back in there once to reinforce that the bed is the place to sleep, and he got it (actually, when he dropped his binky, he climbed down, grabbed it, and climbed back in bed). Since then? Entirely uneventful.
My son sleeps in a big boy bed.
CAN I GET A FREAKING AMEN?!