Night 1 in the Big Boy Bed
**Update 9/3/2013: We gave up on the big boy bed and Raffi is back in the crib. I’m actually thrilled because this was the one thing I never wanted to rush. In fact I’d love for him to stay in the crib until 3 if at all possible. We will see. For now the crib is working again and that’s all that I need to know. Thank you for all of your tips!***
This is the first time since Raffi was born that I have a lump in my throat over a milestone. Actually, I might have been upset the last time I nursed him, but nothing like the way this feels. Tonight, at 23 months old, is Raffi’s first night in a big boy bed. Insert dramatic tears.
I have definitely pushed Raffi to be a big boy with so many things. I introduced finger foods early in the form of baby led weaning, stopped swaddling at 3 months old exactly, nursed for just a year despite him still being interested, and potty trained at 19.5 months old. With most of these things I just followed Raffi’s lead, and the big boy bed is no exception.
For the background on why we even considered this now read my latest Babycenter post: Help! Is my son ready for a bed?
So with another bad night of crying under our belts we decided to let Raffi have his big boy bed. He was as clear as a 2 year old can be with his desire to “lay in a bed” and “sleep in a bed” and “sleep under the covers” and “have lots of pillows” – those are all phrases he’s repeated over and over again at bedtime over the last few weeks. After discussing where the guest bed would go, Trig and I just decided to move it right then and go for it. Trig took the legs off the guest bed and put it against a long wall in his room. We also piled pillows around the floor just in case he falls off.
It’s 9:30 PM and after multiple tries he is finally asleep in his bed. I think he got out of bed and banged on the door crying maybe 5 times with me going in each time and putting him back in bed. Each time I laid next to him in bed for a few minutes. Finally I sat by the door inside the room and told him to lay down and go to sleep. I chatted with him about all the fun things we did this weekend until I finally trailed off and hoped he was asleep. It worked and now we have to wait and see how the rest of the night goes. At one point we had decided to give up and I asked him if he wanted his crib. He said yes but when I tried to put him in he flipped out and started yelling for his bed.
I hate that he’s out of baby jail. I hate that he’s growing up. And I hate that I don’t know if the rest of the night is going to go well or not. I’m scared.
What was your big kid bed experience? At what age did your kids transition? Any tips on bedtime? I have a feeling I will have to stay with him until he’s asleep until he gets used to this, something I’ve rarely had to do before.