Three and half years of cosleeping and you’re not going to get any kid to go willingly into their own bed – right? This weekend, we decided that it was time to take the furnace-like-three-year-old out of our bed. For the last couple of years, we’ve always let her fall asleep in our bed, moved her back to hers, and she was back when I woke up.
But it’s hot. Even the air conditioner doesn’t help to cool off this furnace-like kid and she takes up so much room, more room than you would think humanly possible for her tiny three year old self. It’s ridiculous. Plus, she’s got this habit of sleeping with one of her legs on top of one of us. It’s ridiculous.
Last night was the night. We explained all weekend that she was going to sleep in her own room. Jamie read her a story while I finished laundry, and he laid with her for about forty minutes. No sleep, just a non-stop loop of “I want to go back to your bed!” He finally left, she screamed for another twenty minutes and for some reason she seems so much more pathetic than Olivia ever was.
Jamie made me wait. He set the timer for twenty minutes. I did more laundry, resisting the urge to go rescue the pathetic three year old. She is so much sadder than Olivia, is it because she’s younger? Is that a youngest thing!? I don’t remember wanting to rescue Olivia so much, maybe because we didn’t make her sleep in her own room until she started Kindergarten and was more of a four-nado.
I went in to her room and we laid down. Well, for a moment. She got up and hung off of her closet and wailed. I wondered if her window was closed and how many houses down you could hear this kid scream. I tried to reason with her, asking why she didn’t want to sleep in her bedroom. She told me because her bed had legs, because she needed a new lamp and because she needed two fans. She went back to wailing.
“Screw it, where’s the pack and play?” I texted to Jamie, downstairs. I resisted the urge to remind him that Olivia was still sleeping in our bedroom on a cot, at Violet’s age and that his plan was doomed just to go ‘cold cosleeping turkey’.
For now, the tiny furnace can sleep in the pack and play, as long as she’s out of our bed. Baby steps.