This is one of those moments where I admit parenting defeat. Remember how I wrote about the toddler bed and how GREAT it was going a couple of weeks ago? I should have known better. As a mom you learn that the second you humble brag about something awesome your kid is doing (IE: sleeping through the night, etc) it’s guaranteed to go downhill from there. Yup. That’s what happened.
The first week or so of transitioning to her toddler bed Emmalyne did great. It’s true. And then something changed. Homegirl just wasn’t ready for her newfound freedom. Naps and bedtime became a disaster. Books, trash bags, and diapers were everywhere. Her sparkling personality turned volatile over being tired. So, Chris and I did the most logical thing and put her back in baby jail.
And you know what? She couldn’t be happier.
This is one of those moments where I am reminded that although she is a “big girl” in so many ways she isn’t quite two and we can hold on to these moments of babyhood a little longer. Granted, her eviction notice has been served in the form of her baby sister but we still have two months before B makes her appearance and even longer than that since Em slept in a pack-n-play in our room her first three months of life.
For now, we have decided to get through the move and try again at the end of next month when we pick up her REAL big girl bed. I’m hoping that the fact that the full will be higher off the ground with a bed rail will give her the sense of comfort and security she still needs. If not? She can go back to baby jail and we will try again a month later.
For now, I am going to enjoy the fact that baby jail keeps her contained 😉