The plan was to move Muski out of the cot next to our bed and into a big bed in his own room. In a perfect world that would have happened by now…. except that our world is not perfect and we still don’t have a building permit let alone that pesky extra bedroom, and it’s not likely to happen before the new baby arrives either.
So in the spirit of ‘Making the Best of Things’ we changed the plans a little, rearranged some things and visited Ikea to buy an extendible toddler bed to squeeze into the corner of our bedroom.
It’s not the perfect solution, but it will give him a good 6 months to get used to being out of the cot, not right by my side and in his own bed, before the baby arrives to take that much coveted position. Things are going to be a little squishy in our room when we add number four, storage space is at a premium already and it’s not how I’d planned it, but I can actually see it working out quite well.
It’s made me get a handle on at least some of the junk we stored in our room just because we didn’t know what else to do with it. I sorted through baby clothes and blankets (not even a July baby born into our freezing house needs 28 baby blankets!). I’ve even chucked out shoes! Of course there is still more to do on the sorting and chucking front!
So far so good for Muski too.
He chose a doona cover (with cars and trucks on it!) and helped Daddy build his bed and slept in it that night. I get up to him a few times during the night when he stirs and can’t find his dummy, but I only have to roll out of bed and stumble a couple of steps and I am right there. Much better than having to negotiate my way into another bedroom. He came into our bed at around 5am the first morning which I had expected, but the last two mornings in a row he’s slept past 8:30 in his own bed and then just got straight up!
I really thought he’d miss free access to my arm (he still has a HUGE ‘thing’ about rubbing his hands up and down my arms when he is tired or sad), but (touch wood) it seems that is not as big a deal as I’d thought. I still sit with him, and offer my arm, as he goes to sleep but he ditched his day sleep long long looooooong ago so he is usually pretty tired by the time we get to bed, which makes it quick and easy. I’m sure there will be good nights and bad, but it’s been rather trauma free.
So it turns out that this ‘Making the Best of Things’ stuff is not so hard after all… it’s actually quite good!
