It’s official Buba is in a big boy bed now. Hurray!
It all started with me pulling my back out lifting him in and out of his crib. I know you would think I was doing it for him not me, how very selfish of me. I actually have been planning to do it for sometime but we have been working on potty training and I thought the two of them together might be too much. However, potty training has gone completely the wrong way, so moving forward with his big boy bed just seemed like the next step.
We were sitting in the living room, Missy Moo on my lap and Buba next to me reading stories about Pirate Pete’s Potty and I asked Buba, “should we take the sides off your bed today?” His reply, “Ok, let’s do it Mommy” and jumped off the couch and ran upstairs. I didn’t mean right that second but now is better than any.
We bought the Ikea bed that turns into a mini single bed, versatile is always best. When I went to take the sides off and turn the ends into cute little head and foot boards, silly me couldn’t locate where I placed that special allan key that of course only fits this bed and of course wasn’t in my special I will never forget place either. Frustration set in and I ended up borrowing a set of allen keys from my best friend next door to try. When I finally found one that fit who would have thought taking it all a part and rebuilding it could be so complicated. The instructions that I had were of no help with pictures on how to convert that made no sense. So even though technically he is in his big boy bed now, it isn’t in the form of this cute mini single bed. I gave up and rebuild it back into a cotbed with just one side off. At least this way it keeps him from ribbing the wallpaper off his wall. In the long run it probably is better this way until he is a bit older and he can’t easily get stuck between the bed and the wall. Our skirting boards are huge and stick out quite far, making a big gap between the bed and the wall, a perfect gap to get a tossing turning two year old stuck in.
I received lots of advice on what to expect and what to do in various circumstances to prepare me for this next step. Many suggested putting a gate on the door to keep him from running around the house or climbing in our bed. Others said to place cushions on the floor, so if he rolls out of bed, it breaks his fall or buy guard rails to keep him from falling out.
On the first night, Mr. P. and I sat watching him on the monitor screen tossing and turning but not really noticing any difference. Then these little hands started to waving in the air up and down, faster and faster. You could see he was trying to feel for the bars but they weren’t there. It looked like an eagle trying to take flight. After a few close calls of falling over because he was reaching out too far he realized there was in fact no more side to his bed. We thought it was only a matter of minutes before he was either out of his bed playing with toys or at the door shouting at us. Luckily neither happened. He went to sleep without a hiccup. About three a.m. I checked the monitor and he had rolled out of bed and was fast asleep on the floor exactly where he fell. I put him back in his bed and he still didn’t budge. Hurray, first night a success!
The next day I realized he might be good at night, in his new big boy bed because it’s pitch black in his room, so he can’t see across the room where many books and toys sit calling his name to play with. However, naptime could be a different story. It was so sunny that day that his room was lit up completely. I settled him into his big b0y bed and sang his a little, “I am a big boy now,” song. I was so impressed that he didn’t even try to get out and took his nap as normal.
It’s been a week now, still very new but I am so proud of him for transitioning so well, especially when he isn’t the type of child that is good with change. While sat reading him his bedtime stories the other night I felt so many different emotions. Emotions full of proudness and happiness that he is becoming such a big boy now. He is getting to the point where he can handle more independently. Other emotions full of sadness that he isn’t my baby anymore. I genuinely got tears in my eyes when I first saw him jump onto his new bed. He didn’t need my help anymore. No more picking him up and cuddling him like a baby before I lay him in his crib. It’s so hard to let them grow up!
The best part besides not hurting my back anymore is that he is so proud of himself too. He begs anyone that comes through our front door to come upstairs and see his new big boy bed. A little awkward moment when he asked the mailman, delivering a package but other than that it’s been amazing watching him direct Granddad and Granny into his room and showing it off. Tonight at dinner he even said, “I stay in my big boy bed, I am good.” I couldn’t help but laugh. He really is a good bragger but clearly here I am doing the same, like mother, like son.
Now if only potty training could run more smoothly.