Sorry it’s been a while since I updated, the entire family was out of commission with sickness for over a week and we were going to bed super early.
Anywho, about a week ago, we decided it was time for Henry to transition to a toddler bed. Our motives were a tad selfish. We need him to be in a twin bed by the time Little Bean arrives so we wanted him to gradually get used to sleeping without bars. Our Ikea crib can be converted into a toddler bed so we thought that was best to start with since he’s such an active sleeper, I knew that rail or no rail, he would be moving around like crazy and I’d rather he fall a few inches than a few feet to the ground in the middle of the night.
Well the first week went off really well. He fell a few times those first few nights. There was even a morning that Chris walked in to find him in the middle of his room on the floor. We did some internet searches and found that some recommend a pool noodle tucked under the fitted sheet as a kind of bumper pad. We didn’t have any but we rolled up a towel and it worked like a charm. No more “things that go bump in the night”.
We thought we had the easiest transition to toddler bed ever. We patted ourselves on the back, gave kudos to the daycare for having him take his naps in a cot instead of a crib. Thinking “because he’s wearing a sleep sack, he can’t get around as easily as if he had just a blanket”. Oh yes, we were riding high my friend. High indeed. Then, last weekend occurred. I’m not quite sure what shifted in Henry’s brain, maybe it was the combo of him being sick, whatever it was, on Saturday night he figured out that, if he wanted to, he could get up and leave the confines of his bed. We were in the basement and I could hear him on the baby monitor saying “dodo? Dodo?” (It’s like his bedtime mantra) and then all of a sudden his voice sounds very far on the monitor but closer to us, like he’s in the upstairs hallway. I told Chris “I think he’s in the hallway!” and Chris at first didn’t believe me, but then we heard Henry say “Maaaaa-maaa…. Daaaa-dyyyy” and we knew, the jig was up. It took forever to get him to go down that night. He was up until almost 8:30 which is pretty late for a kid who usually is out cold by 7 and who’s very sick. He just kept coming back out, like a force stronger than him was compelling him to walk out of his room.
Nap times have been tough as well. The other day, after trying several times to put him down and him coming right back out, we went back and forth for like an hour, I brought him to his room, put him in bed, as I’m leaving I see he’s getting up to follow me already, I close the door and hold on to the handle. It wasn’t my proudest moment. He was crying on the other side of the door, yelling for his dad and kept trying to turn the handle. I must have held onto that handle for 10 minutes feeling like a total a**hole. He eventualy settled down and I heard him shuffle back to his bed and he slept just over two hours. I just wish I could tell him from the get go “dude, I know you’re tired, I know what’s best for you right now, and this game is not helping, you need to sleep!”. Even after he shuffled back to bed I stayed outside his door, pressed to the floor, trying to see under the door to make sure he wasn’t playing mind games with me. Last night, after Chris tried putting him down a few time, mean mommy came out again and I held the door shut again. This time he tried the handle once, then gave up right away and went back to bed and fell asleep.
Now I just have to work on him not being “Creepy Victorian Ghost-Kid”. This morning I was in the washroom getting ready and he was still asleep, or so I though. I didn’t want to disturb him so I shut the light off in the bathroom before opening the door and as I open the door, he’s standing there, right in front of me, silently looking at me. Now he’s still in his sleep sack which in the dark, can look like a Victorian child’s nightgown, and my kid is very blond and very pale, so all that combined made for a startling encounter that resulted with me screaming and then taking a few moments to recover from my almost heart attack. I’m terrified I’m going to wake up one night to him staring at me by the bed. I just don’t know how I’ll react! I know for sure I’ll probably scream out of fright, here’s hoping that’s all!