Toddler Bed Trauma

We converted Tessa's crib into a toddler bed. I finally admitted it could be put off no longer when one morning I found her hiking a leg over the siderail. It was just a matter of time before she successfully manuevered herself out of bed and I didn't want it to be with a headfirst landing.

So, we made a big deal about how wonderful her new Big Girl Bed was. She helped us make the bed and put all her animals in place. To my surprise she hopped in bed, snuggled with her bear and said "Night Night!" Really?! Had we waited so long that it would be this easy?

She took a few experimental trips out of her room after bedtime and we calmly escorted her back to bed. When we peeked on her later she was fast asleep in her bed. Success!

Or so we thought. Tessa woke up at 2 am and pitter pattered down the hall to our room. I took her back to bed, gave her a kiss and closed the door. Five minutes later, pitter patter. We did this who knows how many times until 5am. At that point, I sleepily attached the childproof doorknob cover to the inside of her door and steeled myself for the outburst sure to follow. Oh how heartwrenching it is to listen to your baby cry. At 7am, with Ryan gone to work, I gave in and brought her to bed with me. Sleepy little doll curled up with me and fell fast asleep.

So now we have a new rule - after 7am Momma and Daddy's bed is fair game. I have a feeling this may be the only time I'll get any sleep for awhile.