We had been wanting to transition Little Baby from her cot to her new bed for quite awhile but didn't get a chance to get round to it.
2 nights ago, in the middle of the night, she woke up feeling unwell and upset. She was cranky and looked to me to carry and comfort her. Being the whale that I am now, I couldn't carry her for long and chose to sit on the edge of her new bed instead, while hugging her in my arms. It soothed her for only a little while before she started fussing again. I was bushed and ended up placing her on her new bed while my mind frantically thought of ways to soothe her.
I started singing her favourite song (Wheels on the Bus) softly and patting her. Miraculously, she fell back to sleep. Right there on her new bed.
And so, that was how we started her transition.
I am glad she took to sleeping in her bed well enough. No refusals or anything. Although she does get distracted by the realisation that she has more freedom now and can climb down from the bed anytime she wants to. :)
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It had been a different night last night. She had been an energiser bunny who kept going till 1015pm. She usually sleeps around 830 or 9pm.
When she finally fell asleep, I was tired. So I just sat next to her bed for a breather and stared at her...
She was in her favourite sleeping position, on her side, with one arm wrapped around her bolster and that same little hand clutching a small red teddy bear my Mum had bought for her from Korea. Her fluffy hair spilled out behind her head, with small clumps of it stuck to her exposed cheek and wisps of it trailing her forehead. Her knees were bent and apart but further down her little feet met up again,little toes of one foot touching the other's heel ever so lightly. She slowly fell into a steady rhythmic breathing, her body moving slightly with each breath intake.
I continued looking at her.
When did my little puffball morph into something more like a little person?
She's even sleeping in her own bed now. No longer using a baby's cot. Maybe in a year's time she'll no longer be using diapers.
She is articulating her needs and voicing her thoughts to us now. And also describing stories to us now. At least to the best she can while limited by her vocabulary and lack of grammar.
She's growing up fast. Too fast.
While I am excited at her growing up and also her learning journey, I can't help but also feel some loss.
Her baby fats are melting away slowly. Everyday she is getting older, everyday she is less of a baby and more of a toddler, a child, a little person.
Do all parents feel this way? :)
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