Our first hurdle in getting things ready for her is to move Evan to his new room and get him sleeping in his big boy bed. A couple weeks ago we attempted this and were met with strong resistance. My plan was to sit with him no matter how long it took and assure him it was ok to sleep in his new bed. The first night it took about 2 hours to settle him down. He just didn't get that he should stay in his bed and go to sleep. So patiently I tried to explain it to him and eventually, I'm sure after just plain exhaustion, he drifted off to sleep. He woke up the next morning at 5am and he seemed scared and was calling for us. He was pretty upset so we put him in his crib so he could sleep the rest of the morning and he did. The next night it took about an hour and a half to get him to fall asleep in his new bed. Most of this time was spent by me sitting on an uncomfortable ottoman, not too pleasant at 7 months pregnant. But eventually he fell asleep only to wake up a few hours later very upset and scared. So again, to calm him down and get him to go back to sleep we put him in his crib.
At this point I decided we should wait a little while longer to move him to his new bed. I thought that would be the end of our ordeal but I was wrong. After having me by his side to soothe him to sleep for two nights Evan had that quickly adapted this routine. So on night 3 when I put him in his crib and told him goodnight he no longer would just quietly drift off to sleep as in the past. It was an unprecendented screaming session of over an hour. Torture. Pure torture. And I admit I most likely made it worse by going in every so often to assure him everything was ok and that I loved him. Nothing I did mattered and he just cried and cried for me to stay with him until he fell asleep. I had to do the tough thing and just let him cry it out. He did drift off finally but not without a fight.
The next night I stood strong and let him cry again, this time he cried for about half the time as the first night. Still such torture for a mother to listen to. I had to stay vigilant, I knew he was ok and safe and could NOT have him needing me to soothe him to sleep every night when I also have a newborn to take care of.
By the third night he only cried for about 5 minutes and went right to sleep. The fourth night, no crying at all - back to my normal sweet sleeping boy.
So now that that drama is over I feel like I am in the same place that I was a month ago. No closer to getting baby girl's room ready for her arrival, which could be less than 11 weeks away (75 days but who's counting).
And I'm no closer to taking Evan's pacifier away which we intend to do once he is sleeping consistently in his new room.
I realize that if neither of these things happen before she is here everything will be fine and we will make due. But that doesn't stop me from wanting them done and it's basically all I think about. That along with the other 1,483 things on my to do list.
Today is Mothers Day and it's been great so far. We had a nice family breakfast and then we did some shopping. I got the mobile for baby girl's room (and it's adorable!). We went to lunch at Chuy's and ate our weight in chips and salsa. So yummy! Now the house is quiet and everyone is napping. Except me of course. Sleeping...ugh sleeping, we are not getting along right now. How is it I can be so tired yet not be able to sleep? I don't get it. It really is some twisted joke.
Well that's about all I have time to share for now, a certain toddler needs some assistance getting out of his crib right now. And since I don't like posts without pictures here is one of Evan being Evan.
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