Over the weekend, David and I began (yet another) great adventure.
We assembled an IKEA bed – a real bed – a twin-sized bed – for Maggie.
Now, Maggie hasn’t always been so good with the transitions. She, like most toddlers, likes her things just the way she likes them, and that’s that.
So we were a bit nervous about transitioning her into a bed from the toddler-type crib-without-a-side bed into a real bed.
To make the transition a little bit easier on her, we spent about a week hyping up the “Big Girl Bed” that was soon to be hers. We also spent a lot of time telling her that the crib would be Beckett’s bed soon. And then… we let her help assemble the bed.
Anyone who has ever assembled IKEA furniture knows just how… edifying… the process of furniture assembly can be. Throw in a 2-year old, and, well, let’s just say the process went about as smoothly as we could have possibly expected.
The very best part about the process, though, was that as Maggie “helped” to screw in the various bolts and push in those God-forsaken little dowels, she continually said (on her own) “Maggie’s Big Girl Bed. I build it!”
Points to us for indoctrination.
When it came time for Maggie to actually sleep in the bed, she did! Just like that! She seemed a bit skeptical at first, but with a little encouragement, she fell asleep and slept the night through in bed.
So of course, getting Maggie transitioned so easily into her bed, we got smug, and decided to try our luck.
Beckett has been sleeping in our room since he was born. At first, he was in a side-car co-sleeper, which I loved for the little baby. But then as he became more aware of his surroundings, having him right next to me didn’t work so well. So we detached the bassinet and moved him across the room.
Then he got HUGE. (He’s about 25 lbs now, at 9 months.) So we got rid of the bassinet and moved him into the pack n’ play, still in our room. That worked for a while until he learned how to pull himself up. So now, he can peek over the edge of the pack n’ play during the night and look at me and David. It’s so much fun that he doesn’t really care to sleep.
So last night, in a brazen move of pure hubris, we decided to try moving Beckett into Maggie’s room. We put the side back up on the crib that Maggie had called home for the last two years and put them both to bed in the same room.
It did not go well.
The first thing that happened was a feedback loop where Beckett, in unfamiliar surroundings would kind of complain. Maggie, hearing Beckett’s complaints, would get out of bed and go to his crib and make him laugh. Eventually, one of us would go into the room and instruct everyone to lay down and go to sleep. Then the cycle would start all over again.
Eventually, they did both go to sleep, for a few hours. Beckett woke in the middle of the night, and would. not. go. back. to. sleep. So we bailed and moved him back to the pack n’ play in our room while David and I moved to the futon in our den.
We’re all tired today, and the kids are off their schedules, because we all slept in this morning. But, it was the first step, and David and I got to experience the joy of being able to put away laundry after the kids have gone to bed. That, my friends, is success.