Well, hello big girl bed!

It's hard to picture when your anxiously awaiting the arrival of your new bundle of joy that all too soon the day will come when you have to adjust that little sweet little ones sleeping arrangements.
over night they have become an expert escape artist and now your wondering if they have learned to open door handles as well.
{ thankfully no}
We knew her days were numbered when she woke us up strumming the cold air return. Or when she ditched nap to rock out on her big sisters guitar then fell asleep next to it on the floor.
I held out on moving her only because I know that she is our last little one and once the crib is turned into a day bed than that's that.
No more bumper pads.
No more baby monitor.
Gone the way of the pacifier.
Some milestones are easier to handle than others.
When she weaned herself at 6 months initially I was a heartbroken.
I felt replaced by her bottle.
Our special cuddle time was over.
But, looking back, 8 blissful hours of uninterrupted sleep was beneficial for everyone.
I honestly thought she was "ready" to make the move from her crib into her big girl bed.
She "showed off " by attempting to climb out while we were removing the side off her crib. { she never showed us that before, we just found her playing out of her crib }

Then once her day bed was finished she happily bounced on the mattress.
So, Like any mother I assumed that everything was fine.

Maybe not so much.

This is going to be a rather big adjustment for both of us.

When we went upstairs for bedtime she happily jumped up and down on the mattress {again} but after story time she lost all of her confidence of actually staying in her big girl bed and dissolved into a fit of tears.
She was in a mad panic just to get out of her bed.
Play, yes.
Sleep, no. Are you kidding me?
*sigh*
I put her back in and shut the door.
Letting her cry it out for 20 minutes I went to check on her and found her weeping in front of the door.
Scooping her up in my arms we snuggled on top of her older sisters bed { that she doesn't use but thats another story} while i brushed the hair off of her face and rubbed her belly until she fell asleep.
When I was convinced she was asleep I tucked her back into her bed and that's where I found her still asleep this morning.

Maybe I should have choosing to transition her on a day when the crack of thunder sent her screaming up the stairs to hide under her big sisters bed.
I'm not sure to be totally honest.
Maybe the storm had nothing to do with her response and it was just the change that threw her for a loop.
she's fast asleep in her big girl bed without any tears tonight so she is apparently over that fear.
Now to conquer her fear of thunderstorms, motorcycles, dogs and cats.
one baby step at a time...