Actual first time sleeping in a crib… at 8 months old *** please note that he will no longer stay on his back to sleep no matter how many times we flip him onto it- I figure it’s safe by this point since he is able to crawl!
Over the past weekend, we went through some major changes around here. The sleep arrangements (Emil sleeping in bed with me) were getting difficult. Up until a few weeks ago, Emil would awaken during the night, move around a little, then settle back down to fall asleep right away. But since learning to crawl, his own sleep rhythms would awaken him and he was all, Oh yeah! I know how to crawl! This is awesome! and immediately attempt to crawl off the edge of the bed in a giddy baby-frenzy. I had more close calls than I care to share involving the grabbing of a small foot or leg just before the young buck went tumbling onto the (two-foot-off-the-ground carpeted) floor. Not ideal.
So on Saturday, Andrew put side rails on a big-boy bed for Oliver, who now shares a room with Milo, and we transferred Emil into Oliver’s old room, also known as the “cry zone.”
And he did okay! I mean, he actually fell asleep and took an hour-long nap all by himself, in his very own crib. For the first time ever. And he slept there most of Saturday night, awakening and crying often, but putting himself to sleep in a reasonable amount of time, until at 3:30am I brought him into bed with me until 6:30am so I could get a solid 3 hours of sleep. Sunday night and Monday night were even better! We’re getting there.
It feels both sad and wonderful to make this transition. I planned to co-sleep with Emil, not wanting to set a time-frame but to go with what felt right. And this does feel like good timing. He is not relying completely on me for nutrition, and it is no longer safe or restful to have him in my bed. This also gives me a lot more freedom to get things done after I put him down, as I could not leave him in bed for fear that he would awaken and fall. But I miss him a lot. Especially knowing he is my last baby and that special time he spent snuggled up to me is finished. I’ll have you know, he is my least snuggly baby and would only allow for such things at night while nursing.
Oliver’s transition has been good so far. In fact, he is bonding with Milo in a way that he never has before- talking and actually telling jokes (overheard on Sunday night: Milo, I’m going to tell you a stow-ee. Once upon a time, a beyah was sweepy, an then he pooped. Ridiculous hilarious giggling and stifled laughter.- Allison, I thought of you with A’s bed time story all the way!) I think the greatest part is eavesdropping on their bedtime conversations, which they believe is a private conversation but they are talking so loudly we cannot help but overhear the ridiculousness. The worst part is that they are so excited to have each other, they have trouble settling down to sleep. But that will wear off. And I can’t help but feel that having them in there together is solidifying an already-strong brotherly bond for life.
Oliver begged us all day on Sunday to put him to bed. Is it time to sleep in orange bed, Papa? Not yet, Oliver. Mama, will you put me down for a nap in orange bed now? When it’s bedtime, Oliver. Now???
Yes, Oliver. Now it is time to sleep in orange bed. Good night, little buddy.
Sigh. I just love these guys. Even if they won’t snuggle me…