He is doing amazing! I’m so
surprised.
I guess I shouldn’t say that. I
know he’s amazing. He always surprises me. So really, nothing should surprise
me.
We had planned to start the
transfer to solo sleeping sometime in April after we had redone the kiddos
rooms and they each had a separate sleeping space (so they don’t wake each
other, they’re both terribly light sleepers).
But sleep deprivation and the
extremely selfish mental need to night wean finally got the best of me.
I 100% refused to let things be as
traumatic as they were with H. There were lots of tears involved with her, even
though I was always there, etc., etc., and I just told J straight up I wanted
to give it a go, but if it was a traumatic event (for either of us!) I wasn’t
going to do it (like said 1,245,234 night weaning attempts before this).
Well, B is all about the bed.
We set up H’s crib into the
converted toddler bed. I was apprehensive since it doesn’t have a side rail and
he’s a flailing bean, but we put down a rug with a huge comforter on the floor
below him, and the few times he fell the first three nights, he was mostly
unphased.
The first night he fell asleep ridiculously
easy without nursing. I nursed him right before I laid him down, he was armed with
a sippy cup and dream lite. He tossed back and forth a bit, and finally fell
asleep with me kind of leaning over the bed and holding him in the crook of my
arm. But I was easily able to escape. He woke up at 9pm, and 11pm, when I
brought him back to bed with me.
The next night he fell asleep without me holding or touching him, just sitting beside his bed. He didn’t wake up
until 11pm, and then again at 1pm, at which point he came to bed with Momma.
Of course, his 11pm wake up was a
bit funny. I heard a thunk! and ran
into his room, to find him on the floor. He stood up, looked at me, said, “Ow,”
and then crawled into his bed all on his own and went right back to sleep.
This continued on for the next few
days (minus the falling out of bed) until the night before we got Duckie. That
night he slept straight through until 3am! If only I’d gone to bed before
midnight. Agh!
And since Duckie’s arrival he’s
slept straight through until 1am.
If you can’t tell, I’m not complaining.
All of this and he has 100% on his own given up night nursing until between 4
and 5am. At which point he nurses until we wake up, but this is far easier than
the every 1-2 hours for 1-2 hours at a time he was doing previously (no joke).
And I certainly don’t expect him
to sleep a solid 12 hours with no wakings or to make it in his own bed all
night. His sister rarely does that at a month shy of 3. And that’s okay. I’m
more than happy to be there when they need me. But I’d like them to sleep a bit
on their own, too. That’d be cool.
Of course, now I’m getting him
used to a bed he doesn’t get to keep past April since it will turn into his
sister’s full sized bed. And I don’t think he’s quite ready for the twin sized
bed as he’s still a roly poly, and it is significantly higher off the ground. I
go round and round on whether we should buy him a proper bed now or just buy him
a toddler bed to use for a year or two. I’m leaning toward toddler bed, but not
too sure.
Anyway, I’m totally ready to have
their bedrooms done so that everyone is stowed away in their own space and
things seem a bit more complete around here. (A bit!)
But I am floored. Absolutely
floored by how easy this transition has been thus far. I’m waiting for the huge
hiccup or the something that goes wrong. Because it seems it’s been too easy to
last.
Oh, and the very best part! He’s taking naps in that bed that are for
longer than the 30-45minutes he’s dwindled down to since Christmas! He’s now
sleeping 1.5-2 hours!
Okay, mostly this was just a “hoorah
post.”
And I may very well have hoorahed
too soon.
Oh, well.
We’ll always have Paris
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