Sunday (yesterday) was a big day here at the Spurlock household… Rush moved into a BIG BED!!! I didn’t think this day would come so quickly or suddenly, but it did, and so far, we’re surviving. (And if this kind of post strikes you as boring, I’m totally not offended. You can stop reading immediately!)
As any of you with little ones would agree, Sundays can be the worst if you have church during naptime. And so it is with us. Yesterday I left church a little early (I’m sure the Lord understands) so I could put a very tired and sad Rushton down for a nap, and when I went to leave him in his crib, he almost jumped out trying to lunge for me as I left the room. I caught him, but I decided right then and there that he was no longer safe in his crib. Over the past several months, as he’s been getting taller, I’ve known this day was coming, but I thought I still had at least until the spring. No so. So when Jake got home from church, he moved the crib into the guest room (the new baby’s room) and a twin mattress up to Rushton’s room.
The first night went surprisingly better than I had expected – I read to him, turned off the lights and sang to him while laying next to him on his bed, and when I was pretty sure he was asleep, I crept out. But he caught me just as I made it to the door. 🙁 I quickly closed the door and heard him run to the door crying, but he stopped crying within 30 seconds or so. When I checked on him an hour later, he was totally in his bed, facing the right way, on his pillow, fast asleep. And he slept until 10 a.m. this morning. Success!
Naptime today was less successful – we did our reading/singing routine but as soon as I left, he cried and cried and cried for a good 15-20 minutes. He finally stopped, but about a half hour later he started crying again for another 5 minutes. This happened once or twice more, but by the time he really woke up, he’d been in there for about an hour and a half, so I guess that was good enough.
Then tonight we did the same nightime thing as last night, but he was totally asleep when I left so no tears! I hope that soon I’ll be able to just sit on his mattress next to him while I sing (instead of lay [or is it lie?] down) because the more pregnant I get, the harder it’s going to be to get my pregnant self up and down from a bed that’s practically on the floor. But instead of leaving you with that happy visual, I’ll leave you with a picture of the tiny boy on his gigantic bed. Sweet dreams, folks!