Last Friday was our first attempt at putting Rylee into her new "big girl bed." Both Steve and I tried really hard to hype this event up for Rylee and for a while it really worked. She loved playing in her bed and showing people her new bed.
See her enthusiasm.
Well don't let that fool you. It didn't last long.
Friday went as well as to be expected though. I eased her into it... reading a few books, singing a few songs, cuddling... and slowly starting to make my way out. And let me tell you. Crawling out of a twin bed with a railing while being 33 weeks pregnant is not an easy task. Nothing was smooth about my transition.
But she did okay, she didn't cry, but was simply a little puzzled. I closed the door and walked to the monitor to watch. She crawls out of bed, stands by the door, stands longer, and then attempts to get back in the bed. FAIL! Turns out we didn't plan well enough. The bed was too tall for Rylee so she couldn't make it back in! Crud...
So the next few nights and nap times, she enjoyed falling to sleep with us in her new bed. And actually I thoroughly enjoyed it too. Her bed was quite nice and it brought me back to 17 months ago when Rylee and I would cuddle in bed together in the wee morning hours. She even put her arm around me a couple times.
That melted my heart.
But I knew she couldn't get into this habit especially with baby on the way so I finally went out Monday morning and bought a step stool. We came home, had fun practicing and I felt confident the transition to the "big girl bed" would now be a success.
FAIL!!!
Monday nap time we cried and stood by the door for nearly an hour. I was warned by several to stay tough and strong so I hid downstairs and tried to enjoy pulling out some of Rylee's gender neutral clothing items for baby.
Then the crying stopped... And I thanked God as my heart couldn't take much more. So I went upstairs and it turns out she wanted to just taunt me instead. There was no crawl back into bed... she went and just played with her books. She would knock a few times, wiggle the door handle, and then proceed with her book reading and singing.
After about an hour of praying she'd lay down for just a bit; I didn't even care if it was on the floor, I went in to get her. That stinker wasn't even phased by the whole event. I tried to explain that mommy was sad she didn't take a nap in her big girl bed but she just came and used her charm, giving me a hug and smooched up and said mommy with a big ol' grin. My tough and strong... FAIL.
That night went much better as she was a zombie come 7pm. She cried after I went through my whole routine again but she was way too exhausted to even attempt getting out of bed. So we had somewhat of a success.
Tuesday was another day of success and yesterday nap time was too. We'd cry but stay in bed. I thought we were in the clear and I was all excited about how the transition was going. I felt like mom of the year.
Not quite.
Last night she reverted back to standing at the door crying for nearly an hour. Finally the crying stopped thank goodness b/c I wanted to go to bed I was so exhausted. So I sneak in making sure she's all set and found her sleeping and yes, snoring, like this.
Almost made it....
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