Toddler bed
It's been a week since we had to break down Nora's crib and convert it into the toddler bed. She's been having night terrors and was pulling herself up onto the rail of the crib and, if I wasn't already rushing into the room, would've been flipping herself out in a fit of sleepy rage, so I made the decision to make her sleep situation a little safer.
And, I knew, going in, that it was going to be a nightmare. Just......dreaded it, but it had to be done.
Like a high school boy that promises to love you forever, the first couple of nights were a total lie. We went through our regular sleep routine: kiss Dada, read a story, sing "Twinkle, twinkle little star" and close the door. It was smooth. Too smooth. No calling out for Mama, no getting up, nothing. Nora rolled over, hugged her pig close and went to sleep. Two blissful nights of this.
And then the weekend came and everything went to hell. We haven't had a decent night sleep since.
She runs, she screams, she hides under chairs. And, if we stick to our guns and "make" her sleep in her bed, she loses her mind. (We attempted that on Saturday and we didn't get any sleep at all until Monday.) So, now I end up sitting in her room until ten, because she won't go to sleep.
It's especially frustrating because WE DON'T HAVE THIS PROBLEM AT NAP TIME. Seriously. I plop her in her room, wander around the upstairs for fifteen minutes and she's out. I sneak into her room, tuck a blanket around her and shut the door. Easy.
At this point as Nora's mother, I know that this is just par for the course. She's tricky and wily and constantly pitting what I want to do (as a parent) with what will actually work for her as an individual.
And, I knew, going in, that it was going to be a nightmare. Just......dreaded it, but it had to be done.
Like a high school boy that promises to love you forever, the first couple of nights were a total lie. We went through our regular sleep routine: kiss Dada, read a story, sing "Twinkle, twinkle little star" and close the door. It was smooth. Too smooth. No calling out for Mama, no getting up, nothing. Nora rolled over, hugged her pig close and went to sleep. Two blissful nights of this.
And then the weekend came and everything went to hell. We haven't had a decent night sleep since.
She runs, she screams, she hides under chairs. And, if we stick to our guns and "make" her sleep in her bed, she loses her mind. (We attempted that on Saturday and we didn't get any sleep at all until Monday.) So, now I end up sitting in her room until ten, because she won't go to sleep.
It's especially frustrating because WE DON'T HAVE THIS PROBLEM AT NAP TIME. Seriously. I plop her in her room, wander around the upstairs for fifteen minutes and she's out. I sneak into her room, tuck a blanket around her and shut the door. Easy.
At this point as Nora's mother, I know that this is just par for the course. She's tricky and wily and constantly pitting what I want to do (as a parent) with what will actually work for her as an individual.
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