Caleb has been asking for a "big boy" bed for a few months now. He was still sleeping in his crib. I know, I know, a four year old shouldn't be sleeping in a crib. I hate to admit it but I liked to still be able to cage him up. We were lucky because he never tried to climb out.
Well, we finally bought him a bed this past weekend. He was very, very excited. We took him to the store and he picked out his own "Cars" sheets, which to my dismay do not match his "Thomas the Train" decorated room! I'll get over it.
What may take me alittle longer to get over is that he's a big boy! When he was in his crib he always had to call for me when he had to go potty. I'd come over (at whatever dreadful time it was) and take him out of the crib and help him use the potty. Now that he has a bed he can go to the potty on his own. I still wake up because I can hear him getting out of bed, making his way to the bathroom (we still have the monitor on). But I have to lay in bed and fight the urge to go help him. I lie there listening to his every move, saddened by the fact that my baby no longer needs my help.
The second night he slept in his bed, he woke and went to the potty. Once he climbed back into bed, I could hear him wimpering. I immediately ran over there to see what the problem was. I asked him what was wrong and he said, "I just need a hug." I gave him a hug and then we both went to bed. He must also be saddened by our big change. I'd like to think that he misses my nightly visits and well, I know he still needs me....if only for a hug.
posted by Lisa @ 7:51 PM
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