In and out, in and out…round and round we go.

I’m sure that I’m not the first parent to complain about their child popping out of bed all night long, but I’m going to complain anyway! I kept my son, who’s almost 3, in his crib for a long time. He was 2.5 by the time I moved him to the “big boy” bed and the only reason I did that was because I needed the crib for my daughter. He never tried to climb out, never complained, always slept well, so, since I’d had such a difficult time with his sleep when he was a baby, I thought, “Why fix what isn’t broken?” I absolutely dreaded the transition. I asked everyone I knew about their experience, I googled like a mad woman, I even went on Yahoo Answers searching for the perfect way to move him. In the end, I simply put him in a pack n’ play in the room for a few weeks to get him use to the new room(he was ridiculously too large for it, but it was working!), then we packed it up, said bye-bye to the baby bed and just did it. I was shocked! He slept all night, no problems. Piece of cake….right?

WRONG!! Wrong, wrong, wrong…how very wrong I was. He just toyed with us the first two months, giving us a false sense of hope that this was actually going to go well. Just as my husband and I were done patting each other on the back; just as we were sitting back and commending each other for being totally awesome; just as we got comfortable….Sssshhhh!!! Is that him I hear? Is he out of bed? Yup. The next thing we knew, we were losing 10 lbs charging up and down, up and down the stairs to put our little precious back in bed. He’s out of bed at least 5 times during the first hour and sometimes he wakes up at 5:30 AM, gets out of bed and won’t go back to sleep! I’ve gotten to the point where I don’t care what he does in his room. I don’t care if he’s awake, playing, singing, or just generally messing around for no apparent reason other than to keep himself awake….no. I don’t care what he does as long as he stays in his room. I know I should just chill out, but I get so mad sometimes, I want to go kick the dog(note here that I said I WANTED to kick the dog). I just get frustrated because the little monster tricked me. He gave me a good year and a half of solid, quality, reliable sleep. He’d go down at 7 PM and wake at 7 AM like clockwork. Now I never know what the night or early morning brings and that stinks. It’s like handing me a key to a room of golden treasure, then snatching it away and changing the lock. Now I know what I’m missing, and what I’m missing is a good nights sleep. Oh crap. There he is again, out of his bed and heading this way. Where IS that damn dog?

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