So I was probably as nervous as when I brought him home the first night from the hospital.  Which surprised me.

We continued our bedtime routine as per usual, and then he got to get in his big boy bed by himself– fell asleep on a pillow and everything, all within 5 minutes… I was amazed.  I think it was a harder transition for me than for him!

I was antsy, checking on him every few minutes. Thank god I have a video monitor, at least I didn’t have to keep going upstairs!  So I tried to will myself to go to bed and to my surprise, I laid awake for a good part of the night.  When I finally managed to get to sleep I was woken up by a thump and crying.

So there I was,  wedged into my sleeping position with 5 pillows-for those of you who are pregnant or who have been pregnant will understand how hard it is to fall asleep (and how many pillows you sleep with).  So when you find the golden position, it’s hard to get out of.  So there I was, smacking my husband with my one arm, yelling, “he fell out of bed, he fell out of bed, get up!” Now waking my husband is like waking the dead. It took me 4 arm smacks to get him to mumble, “What… what happened?”  (still laying there I might add) So being ever so agile, I tried to jumped out of bed the only way a pregnant woman can, I rolled myself out of bed.

When I went in, he had somehow worked his body in between the space at the top of the bed and the safety rail and fell out on the floor.  Thank god my husband had put those rubber pads on the floor.  He was scared and crying but he was fine. Especially when Daddy joined us and got into bed with him.

So the next day, I moved the bed rail a bit higher and put a few stuffed animals near the opening and he hasn’t fallen out since!  He was definitely ready to transition into the bed.  He is proud of himself every morning saying that he slept in his” good boy” bed last night.

So sad, my little boy is growing up!