Woo Hoo! The Big Girl Room is complete ... and looking absolutely owl-dorable! But I am saving all those details for Wednesday's post - over at MommyBrain ... with lots of photos to share!
I did very minimal research concerning the "big girl bed transition" - hey, being super-fabulous crafty takes time and effort!
What I remember reading mentioned something about allowing 6 to 8 weeks before the expectant arrival of a second child ... I am sitting pretty at 33 weeks right now ... so fingers crossed, I am going to make this deadline ... after going off my contraction-limiting drugs next week ... yikes!
Anyhoo, we got the "big girl bed" ball rolling last night. We've been talking about it since Labor Day, and she was beyond excited when we presented her with her new bed and room yesterday afternoon.
As I tucked her in - for the first time in her big girl bed - I can only imagine what it must've been like for her sweet little brain to take in all of that excitement and newness and change. You know that feeling of lying in a bed that isn't yours? Staring at a ceiling with different shadows. Longing for the familiarity of your own surroundings. That's how I imagined my two year olds first attempt at sleeping in her new big girl room. My senses were so heightened for her. It felt like having a newborn sleeping in a bassinet all over again.
Attempt 1: Bedtime
It took Natalie about an hour to fall asleep. But she stayed in her bed and managed to put herself to sleep with very minimal intervention. I was completely torn between feeling tremendous pride for her accomplishment and lots of sadness over how much she has grown up ... in such a short amount of time.
Through the monitor I could hear her breathing settle into it's rhythmic pattern, and I tiptoed in to see her with my own eyes ... stretched out in her twin-sized bed. It seemed so strange, and my heart ached a little. I spent the next 20 minutes across the hall - in what was once NHV's nursery and soon-to-be BGV's room - and rocked and cried and sobbed and let the memories of the past two years wash over me. Change, especially growing up, is hard on me - always has been - and I knowing that those moments are gone just makes me sad ... almost like homesickness, if that makes any sense.
I splashed the tears from my face and went to bed. Only to be woken up at 1:00 by a cry for "mommy." I bolted upright and sprinted into her room ... not wanting her to be afraid in her new surroundings. Wanting to make sure she knows that I am still right here when she needs me.
The next THREE hours was a series of cuddles in our bed, cuddles in her bed, requests for milk, chats about our day, and many return trips to her big girl bed ... despite our clear instructions that she must stay in her bed until mommy or daddy comes to get her. We'll come when she calls us, but she needs to stay in bed. Yeah, right! I can't tell you how many times I would hear the quiet thud followed by the pitter-patter of her feet. Throughout the entire three hour (admittedly too long) event, she never cried or seemed visibly upset. I think she was just overwhelmed and excited and oversimulated. She just could not put herself back to sleep. And so at around 4:00, she went back in her crib ... so we could all get some much needed rest. But even as CPV carried her back to her "old" room, she was asking to sleep in her big girl bed. Being the awesome daddy that he is, Chad explained that all the excitement was making it hard for her to fall asleep and that she could sleep in her big girl bed again tomorrow. It was just what she needed to hear, and she slept until about 8:30 this morning.
I am curious to see how this transition progresses ... and hopeful that continued patience will win the race!
If you have any tips, advice, insight to offer ... please share :)