It was two years ago at about this time that we brought Monkey home from the hospital. I remember sitting in the back hovering over him in his car seat, all of my muscles tensed and ready for action should we get in an accident in the two miles it would take to get to the house.
After we’d pulled (slowly, so slowly) into the driveway, my husband carried the “baby bucket” into the house and set it on the floor. We perched on the couch and stared at our kid.
“What now?” we wondered.
(Not a camera phone photo. I know, cheating. But 2/3 of the photos here are from my iPhone, so it counts, right?)
Those first few days at home we all slept downstairs – me on the couch, healing from my c-section, hubs in the recliner and baby Monkey in the Pack N Play bassinet. I don’t remember much from that time, only that I would wake up, startled, and nudge my husband asking, “Where’s the baby? Is the baby breathing?”
Yeah, I was kind of a mess.
At the end of the week, my husband convinced me it was time to put the baby in the crib and get ourselves back into our bed. With the help of an Angel Care Monitor we were able to do just that, and we’ve slept well ever since.
So you can imagine how reluctant I was to transition the toddler Monkey to his big boy bed – what if he resisted and we stopped sleeping again? It had been a blissful couple of years, and even though we knew we were in for no sleep come March and the new addition, we didn’t want to practice sleeplessness just yet.
Sunday we finally made the leap of faith. Monkey was getting too tall for his crib. He could lean over and practically flip out of it. Also, the more pregnant I got, the less I knew I’d want or be able to reach over into the crib to fish out the mattress to change the sheet.
We debated the purchase of a cute little toddler bed, but our son had almost always slept in this one. It’s a very nice convertible crib, meant to follow him all the way to move-out day. And it felt kind of wrong to not give the new baby its own crib one day.
So hubs broke out the Allen wrenches and the toddler guard rail that we’d stowed downstairs and we very quickly transformed the bed from baby cage to big boy bed.
We made lots of ooooohs and ahhhhs over it during the process, trying to get Monkey excited about his “new” bed.
When we were done, he jumped right in it. I lined up as many stuffed animals as I could safely fit along with a pillow and his favorite gocky.
That night, we rocked him to sleep before putting him down, just in case. He slept like a rock and awoke at 7:30 the next morning, pulled everything off the bed and held some sort of toy class with his stuffed pals until we heard him and opened the gate to let him out of his room.
I was nervous about naptime, knowing that he wouldn’t rock to sleep if it was light outside. Normally I’d just put him in his crib, tell him goodnight and close the door. But if I closed the door, I couldn’t spy on him to make sure he stayed in bed.
When he began to yawn that afternoon, I walked him upstairs and told him to get in bed. He laid down obediently and I covered him up.
“Night night,” I whispered, patting his head, shutting the gate and turning on the attic fan.
He was out within five minutes. Never got out of that bed. I danced silently in the hallway, full of glee and gratitude at my good fortune. In the one night and two naps since, he’s repeated his brilliant performance, much to our relief.
Don’t think I don’t know how lucky I am. Don’t think for a second I take it for granted or think it has anything to do with my stellar parenting skills.
Nope, I know.
I also know lightning doesn’t strike twice, so I’m probably in for it with this next one.
But that’s a story for another time.
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