Well, we finally did it. We kicked DS out of our room. It only took us 13 months, but we got there in the end. In the process, we dismantled our only guest room, taking the twin beds apart and storing them and their mattresses in our cottage for future deployment when it's transformed from "That Place Where We Store Stuff" to "The Guest Cottage". Which, *ahem*, should happen by Christmas, seeing as we have visitors scheduled, and otherwise we will be offering our poor quality sleeper sofa and an air mattress.
The funny thing is, I was less prepared for this transition than DS apparently was. DH & I worked throughout the day on Monday to get it ready, and I had great fun vacuuming, and hanging pictures, and tidying away his toys into their designated spots, safely ensconced in his room and thus more easily defended from his grabby sister. Both of the kids enjoyed the chaos as we set everything up, and swirled around us as we argued over how to arrange the track for the ceiling fixture (more proof that DIY = fighting, as if any were needed), and where to set the dresser, etc. Finally it was all done and DS surveyed his new kingdom with a quiet kind of pleasure; while I finally realized that he was really going to start SLEEPING in there and not in our bedroom.
DH has been anxiously awaiting this day. While he is totally supportive of co-sleeping and has had no trouble sharing our room and our bed with our little guy, once they start sleeping diagonally across the bed and taking up half of it, he gets a little antsy to get the baby out of the room. And needless to say it does nothing for one's sex life to have a little person in bed with you. And there are the countless other small pleasures that are lost: watching a DVD together in bed, reading together in bed, having dessert in bed, talking before going to sleep, etc. It's a bit much at times, and it's not easy when you wake up in the middle of the night wide awake either. It's with some trepidation that either of us decides to sit up in bed and turn on a miniscule light to read or do puzzles when we have insomnia, and always alert for the sound of a little person waking up.
No, I am not going to miss any of that. However, I was surprised at the depth of my 'mourning', if you will, at not having my little guy snoozing away in our room. Eventually he will not wake up in the middle of the night in his crib, and will just snooze away the whole night in his own bedroom. I know this is the point, I know that is exactly what we have been working toward and aiming for...and certainly the fact that DS has embraced his room as his own little kingdom and enjoys spending time in there is a testament to his readiness to embrace independent sleeping. Hooray! Now if only I could stop myself from sniffling a little bit, because my baby is already showing signs that he's not my baby any more. DH is already on the alert for the Broodiness Factor®, looking out for little drugstore bags holding suspicious pencil-shaped objects, ready for deployment in the bathroom early in the morning. He needn't worry...DS is still enough of a baby to satisfy me for now. But in another six months, all bets are off! *sniff*
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Oh how bittersweet! I'm sure after a few nights of enjoying all the things you've been deprived of in bed for last 13 months you'll feel lots better better about it.
Aw. I know exactly what you mean. When we finally put up the wall and made our bedroom retreat "his" room, Captain Adventure had little problem with it.
Mommy, on the other hand...*sniff!*
You'd think after four I'd be SO OVER the whole "togetherness" thing.
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