I don't want to jinx anything, but I think she's finally sleeping through the night. It's been happening for about a month. Sometimes, she will wake up and leave her bed for a cuddle, but after 1 min I tell her to go back to bed and that I'm right here. She does go back, covers herself up and goes to sleep.
I am hoping this bodes well for when we change the dressing room back into her bedroom. The next moving challenge will be fitting the dressers and a crib into our bedroom.
Sweet dreams my little one. You're doing well with your bed, for the most part.
Bed time ritual is at 8pm, we start to get ready. We do bed time bum, pajamas, and neckercise. We then nurse in the big bed and wait. Around 1030-11pm, I transfer her to her bed and make sure she is cozy (but if I put a blanket on her, she wakes up). I'm not sure when she wakes, but she ends up in our bed (possibly around 2-3am). There are times when she is able to put herself back to sleep from waking, but other times no. There was even that one time she fell out of bed. Oops!
It's a learning curve. At least she will spend all nap time in her bed -even if we nurse in the car and I have to not so gracefully roll out.
The bed is all done and brought up to the newly rearranged bedroom. We tried it out last night and it was a no go. I pretty much figured that it wouldn't be that simple.
I nursed her in our bed. She fell asleep. I scooped her up while humming and rocked her until we got off the bed. I laid her in bed and turned on her Glow Worm. Success...for thirty minutes. Of course, she woke up when I started to fold laundry. She rolled out of bed and stood there angrily crying. The rest of the night was spent nursing, trying to put her down, crying, daddy explaining that this is her bed and he worked hard to make it pink for her. Finally, at 10pm, agreed that nap time, diaper changes and stories will happen in her bed for the next week.
It's official. The Crib Wars are over. The child has won over the adult. And it was pretty damn scary too.
I put her in the crib tonight and she was not happy about it. Sometimes, it needs to happen. She was losing her mind and was in there maybe 5 minutes before stuff started to get thrown around. I heard a plastic thump and said "Bye bye Woody". Then, I heard a loud, yet squishy thump and crying. Her Dad and I both ran into her room. She was sitting on the floor, beside Pooh bear, crying. I picked her up and tried to calm her. She put her arms out for her dad. I passed him over and she wanted me again. I brought her to bed and nursed her to sleep.
I really want to know how she got out. J suggests that she used the 2 blankets that were in there to get out, piled up. Good theory, only they weren't in a pile when we picked her up. It's really not cool to escape. J over exaggerates and said "this is how we get dead babies". If she landed wrong, sadly, yes.
A friend offered us her old race car bed that's just been sitting in a closet. We have to clean it, but that's ok. I am going to spray paint it with Krylon's GLOSSY WATERMELON colour. Every little girl needs a pink race car, right?!
Let the Car Wars begin!
