May was a blur.
It went by quickly and dragged on forever in equal measures. There were lots of things going on in May - running through the sprinklers, birthdays, the waterpark - but the biggest development was that Avery moved from her crib into a bed. And it was not a smooth transition. There were many sleepless nights. Many early mornings. Many many tears.
It all started on a Saturday night when Billy found her perched on top of the crib railing. One foot dangling inside her crib; the other dangling outside her crib. A recipe for disaster, no doubt. So we dragged out all of the furniture she could climb, placed her crib mattress on the floor and put up the baby gate. And what followed was weeks of crying, waking in the middle of the night and more crying.
The next morning we bolted all of her dressers to the walls and converted her little crib into a little daybed. The fact that she was still sleeping in her same crib, in the same spot, on the same mattress, with the same sheets and stuffed animals didn't ease her upset in the least. She just wasn't emotionally ready for the "big-girl-bed" but was physically able to climb out of the crib.
A week later, we got a double bed for Jake and moved his single bed into her room. She watched Dad and Grandpa drag the bed from Jacobs room and into hers with delight. She was very proud to have Jakes bed. She made us play sleep in there all afternoon but when it was time for nap/bed she was terrified all the same.
We shushed, we sang, we slept on the floor, we let her cry, we patted, we rocked, we shushed some more, we sat outside the bedroom door, we reassured; but nothing seemed to help much. She'd fall asleep (out of sheer tiredness, no doubt) and wake-up in a total panic. Slowly (as in two weeks later), she started to settle at bedtime better but would still wake two or three times in the night and take a long time to settle back down. She'd settle quicker if Bill put her down. We even resorted to lying (which feels just awful!) and would tell her if she lay down quietly, the other parent would come in and give her a hug. A couple times I found Jake sitting outside her door telling her that everything was okay. And that's how a whole month becomes a blur ;)
When we finally felt like she was showing fewer signs of being frightened and more signs that this was becoming habit, we let her cry it out and thankfully the second night she fell back asleep without much crying.
Now we're all functioning much better on more sleep and enjoy snuggling in her new bed. And how can you not love this smiling girl.
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