Big Girl Bed

Earlier this evening, on a whim, we decided to convert Nellie’s crib into a toddler bed. It was my husband’s idea, and I was skeptical and hesitant. For one, it was a big step and two, SHE’S STILL MY BABY DAMNIT. BABIES SLEEP IN CRIBS. CRIBS FOREVER.

After some gentle encouragement, I finally agreed to give it a shot. It was surprisingly easy for him to convert it, and before we knew it Nellie had her very own Big Girl Bed. As soon as we gave her the go-ahead, she excitedly scrambled up into the bed by herself, grinning from ear to ear and declaring, “NIGHT NIGHT! NIIIIIGHT NIGHT!” She spent the rest of the evening playing on the bed: climbing on, crawling off, putting various stuffed animals and baby dolls “night night”. We felt confident and happy that she was so thrilled with her new “night night”.

When it came time to put her to sleep, we did our normal routine. We gave her dinner, a bath, and some snuggles. We handed her Fox, her paci, and her “nigh-nigh” (her blanket) and put her down in her bed. She snuggled in with her butt up in the air like she does, and we tip-toed out of the room.

About fifteen minutes later, we heard a thump and a wail. She had rolled out of bed and onto the floor. Daddy retrieved her, gave her some love and put her back down. Over the course of the next hour or so, we went in there no less than five times to gently remind her that it was bedtime and place her back in bed. Once I found her playing with her activity table. She played with the baby monitor. She took her sippy cup of water and knocked on the door with it.

But she never cried. The various scratching and activity we heard earlier that signaled to us that she was out of bed ceased, and as I type this there are no peeps coming from the monitor. So far, Operation: Big Girl Bed is a success.