As promised yesterday, here is how Carter's first night in his big boy bed went. Haven't I mentioned that Carter and Evan ARE COMPLETE opposites. If I haven't, I'm saying it now! Trust me, they don't look the same, they don't act the same, and they are on opposite sides of the spectrum on EVERYTHING. So since Evan did so well transitioning from his crib to his bed, I should have known that Carter would be the opposite. But I was hopeful! But he didn't prove my theory wrong either. All day Sunday, the boys were excitedly reminding me that that night they were sleeping in the same room together. By about 5ish, I ran it past Jeremy that we should wait a few days since both boys were dealing with a cold and were coughing a lot during the night. But when the boys heard that I was thinking about postponing the festivities, Carter looked up at me with his big blue eyes and said, "but you said I could sleep in my new bed!"
Fine! Against my better jugdement, but whatever!
So bed time came. The boys got baths and Jeremy read a story, did prayers and started to tuck them in.
At this point, the story takes a turn for the "this could be a long night". Carter "nee-ee-ee-ded Mommy" and I came in to snuggle with him while Jeremy attended to Evan's needs. It was a circus to say the least.
Evan asked for a drink.
Carter then asked for a drink.
I left the room to get Evan a drink, Evan jumped down from the top bunk and ran into the kitchen with me.
Carter got out of bed and followed.
Jeremy and I tucked the boys back into bed.
Carter needed to go potty.
Which meant that Evan needed to go potty.
So they both got themselves un-tucked and hung out in the bathroom for a little while.
Jeremy and I, again, tucked the boys in bed.
We said our goodnights, gave hugs and kisses, then left the room.
Ten seconds later, the door swings open.
Carter in a whisper, "I neeeed mommy!"
So off I go again to tuck him in and assure him that he was okay in his big boy bed.
I left the room and off he came again.
This time complaining of monsters in his room. Jeremy and I headed in and sure enough, he had a valid point. The night light that I put in there, has a freshner, and the freshner when lit up kinda looks like a face with a turned down mouth. I could totally see why Carter was a little freaked out!
So off I went to get another night light. And in the time it took for me to get a night light, both boys were out of bed again.
This time, we kinda laid down the law and put them back in bed.
They tried the alternating visits a few more times before we heard NOTHING! No boy came out to say something to us, no chit chat sounds coming from the room. Nothing! SILENCE!
So after about 30 minutes of silence, Jeremy and I decided to check and make sure everything was okay. This is what we found:
11:30 (an hour after we took that photo) - Evan awakens as if he is in a night terror. Flailing around and screaming. We immediately took him out to the living room to help calm him down. And nothing we did soothed him. And every time we tried to take him back to bed, he would start screaming hysterically upon entering his room. Eventually, he screamed that his ear hurt, so we gave him some medicine which was fun considering his state of being, he screamed and kicked and punched while we tried to give it to him. This is NOT his typical behaviour and this was not my normal boy! It was down right scary to see him like this. But once the medicine starting working and he woke up a little bit more he became a *little* bit more negotiable with us. Around midnight, I asked him if he would go back to his bed, if I slept on the floor. He agreed and we moved him back to bed and moved in the futon matteress. Normally Jeremy would get the honor, but the next morning he had to leave earlier than usual so I took one for the team.
And boy did I ever! About every 15 minutes, one of the kids coughed. And this went on the entire night. I physically looked at the clock every 15 minutes hoping that I had fallen asleep and it had been longer than 15 minutes. But no, I was not that lucky.
Around 2:00, Carter awakened and informed me that he was going to sleep with me. He rolled out of his bed onto mine, with a thud! He then passed out on MY PILLOW and wrapped himself in MY BLANKET!
I cuddled with him for another hour or so, when I thought to myself, "I could sleep in Carter's bed". But I had promised Evan that I was sleeping on the floor so he could see me. And by some strange chance, I didn't want Evan to wake up and not see me and panic all over again. So for about another hour I laid there, completely uncomfortable, debating whether I should move to the bed or not.
Finally at 4:00, I made the decision to move. The boys continued to cough and stir for another hour or so, before I finally dozed off. I had heard Jeremy crack open the door before he left for work, but was too tired to open my eyes.
I literally got no more than an hour of sleep.
The boys awakened grumpy, in part from the lack of sleep but also from being sick. We lounged around for most of the day. And once again bed time came. It was Jeremy's turn. I went to bed and turned the monitors off so I could get a full night's rest as he had done the previous night. But of course, after the initial 4 times out of bed routine, the boys fell asleep and stayed asleep, so Jeremy got off the hook! And Carter slept in until 9:30 the next morning. 2 and half hours after Evan got up, crawled down the ladder and slammed the door shut behind him! AND has slept in every morning this week! Apparently he enjoys his new bed ;-)!
By last night, the boys finally have got used to the new routine. We tucked them in and shut the door. And silence. Sleep!! And maybe now I can catch up on a little bit of sleep for myself. What? A mom can hope can't she?