Since she was about 7 months old, she has slept in the bed with me. We've been working for a few weeks on moving her to her own bed.
We live with my parents; therefore, we've always shared a room. This made it difficult to ever let her cry out while she was still in her crib. Now, we've fixed up her own room for her to us as a play room, but I plan on moving her in there to sleep as well...eventually.
Conquering moving her into her own bed has been a lot more difficult than I expected. To get her less dependent on someone at bedtime, I've also been encouraging her to go to sleep on her own rather than having me lay down with her until she goes to sleep.
Our current routine consists of us saying prayers, either a story or a song, I sit with her a few minutes, and then, she's on her own.
Last night, she was up and down for about an hour. My little girl is a big drama queen...haha. Therefore, she's not happy about these changes at all.
Finally, she had been down by herself for about 15 minutes. I thought she was asleep. I was one happy mom thinking she had finally done it. I went in just to double check, but I did not find what I expected. Her little bed was left empty:
I look over to find Isabella curled up in my bed instead:
After finding this discovery, I picked her up and moved her to her own bed. When I talked to her about it this morning, her only response was, "I'm a sneaky girl."
She is too smart for her own good. She even out smarts me now. These milestones might be the death of me. I wish there were straight answers for how to handle these situations. If I figure out the secret, I may write a book.
This Darius Rucker song really reminds me not to sweat the small stuff at times like this.