Making the Big Kid Bed Plunge
Making the Big Kid Bed Plunge
My son, Carson, turned two in June. He’s never been a good sleeper. Ever. The best sleep I’ve had in the last two years was at a hotel on a business trip. It was glorious. So we’ve struggled with him since day one but when we hit the two year mark, there were suddenly all these new questions to ask yourself like, “when should we start potty training?” and “when do we move him to a big boy bed?” My mom friends, insisted that, “there’s no right time. He’ll let you know when he’s ready.”
But I’m not so sure. He’s been using the potty at school successfully since they moved him to the 2-3 year old class in June but he hasn’t once done it at home. And the big boy bed… well. We decided to take the plunge last weekend. He has one of those convertible cribs that turns into a toddler bed and then a full size bed.
After making the decision to transition him, we had to look at his room with new eyes. It was NOT toddler proof by any stretch of the imagination. After a bunch of rearranging and some electrical masterminding, we got everything setup so the dangerous stuff was out of his reach. Then we stocked his room with things he could get into. Plenty of books and toys, thinking that if he woke up, maybe he’d grab a favorite toy or book to play with until he fell back asleep.
Fast forward to that evening. We did our normal bedtime routine... He kissed Sissy and Daddy goodnight and we marched back to his room where we snuggled in the glider, read his favorite bedtime book and said his prayers where he thanks Jesus for all his family and friends (furry friends included). I let him climb in his bed instead of placing him in it. He jumped right in without any hesitation. A really good sign, or so I thought!!! I put his blanket over him, patted his back and kissed his head. Then I headed for the door. His little head popped up. “Put your head down and close your eyes.” He did, squinting them closed. I grabbed the door handle and tried to sneak out. No go. He started crying immediately. So I went and sat on the floor next to his bed. I waited for what seemed like an eternity. He rolled over away from me and I scooted back. He looked up at me. Busted. But I stayed where I was at midway between the bed and the door. His breathing slowed and became more even. He was asleep. I stood up quietly and snuck out.
Not too shabby. I think he slept through the night that night. I can’t remember and it’s only been a week. Each night has been a struggle escaping the room. He’s great at getting ready for bed. He’s great at getting in bed. He’s not very good at sleeping through the night. And he’s certainly not great at being left. He gets up, ignoring the fun toys and books left for him and goes straight for the door, crying for Mommy or Daddy. But we’re trying and I know, before I turn around twice, he won’t bat an eye when I walk out of his room. So I’ll keep sneaking out as long as it takes.
Stay tuned, we’ll check in to see how Carson and Angela are doing with the big boy bed transition. Have a new tip for Angela? Share it in the comments below.
Angela Wood is the Head Happiness Hero at BabyList. She lives in South Carolina with her husband, Josh, and their two kids, Anna (age 10) and Carson (age 2). She enjoys long walks, even longer bubble baths, and reading entire novels in one day. Just kidding. Ain’t nobody got time for that.