The other day, Wesley finally figured out how to escape from his crib. Of course, he discovered this new trick right before Daniel was about to leave on a business trip for four days. The following is a timeline of my experiences over the last few days.
Day 1, Naptime:
I put Wesley into his crib. Wesley escapes. Repeat x7. I become more and more furious with each escape, and Wesley becomes more and more amused as fury levels rise. After roughly the twelfth attempt, complete with threatening to take his Binky away, he stays in his crib and naps. I resolve to not outwardly show emotion when he escapes.
Day 1, Bedtime:
I take a deep breath and start bedtime at 8pm. An hour and a half later, I am still attempting to keep him in his crib. Finally, after telling him if he got out again I would take his Binky away, he gets out. I take the Binky and put him back in his crib. He starts crying, and decides to get out of his crib, AGAIN. He army crawls down the hallway, crying (not hysterically though, I want to be clear – just normal semi-whiny crying). He gets almost to the end of he hallway, coughs, and then throws up all over himself and the floor.
I almost have an aneurysm.
I change his jammies and we re-brush his teeth, and put him back in bed, where he finally goes to sleep. It is now 9:40pm.
Day 2, Naptime
Wesley wakes up at 7:45am. (Normal wakeup is around 9am.) We spend two hours at the park, hoping that will wear him out enough that he will fall asleep easily. He yawns on the way home, eats a gigantic lunch, and then it still takes me 8-10 tries to get him to stay in his crib.
He then wakes after roughly 40 minutes. (A normal nap for him is about two hours.) I put him back in his crib a few times and he finally falls asleep again for a while.
Day 2, Bedtime
We spend the evening at Grammie and Grandpa’s house and pick up the toddler crib rail while we’re at it. We have lots of talks about when Mommy puts you in your crib, you… “Stay in!” He falls asleep in the car on the way home from Grammie and Grandpa’s so I am hopeful he will be drowsy and go right to sleep. No such luck, but escapes are at a minimum.
Day 3 (today), Naptime
Wesley wakes up at 6:55am. I install the crib rail and lower the mattress and have more talks about staying in bed when it is time for sleeping. We plan to go to the Farmers’ Market with my SIL and her nanny kids, but they had a whacked-out morning and weren’t able to make it by the time Wesley would be getting sleepy.
After several attempts to get him to stay in his bed, I notice he has gotten awfully quiet. A quick peek into his room reveals that he is laying on his back on the floor in front of his closet and has fallen asleep there.
He sleeps for thirty minutes.
That about brings us up to date. He is still not napping. I am supposed to attend a wedding this afternoon. Solo now, because Daniel is unexpectedly out of town, but with Wesley, who has been up since before seven and has slept for a grand total of thirty minutes all day.
Daniel won’t be back until late, late tomorrow night and then he has to work the next day which would normally be his day off. My SIL is going to watch Wesley while I’m at work, but because she is nannying that day, I have to drive Wesley up to the nanny kids’ house (which is 15-20 minutes out of my way) to drop him off and then still make it back to work before 8am.
In case it is not abundantly clear, I need some moral support. THIS IS THE PITS. Truly. Solo-parenting plus toddler bed transition equals HORRIBLE. Why anybody would choose to transition their kid to a toddler bed I have no idea, because it is the suckiest thing I have experienced in a long while.