A lot of you will know that my tot Ickle Pickle has his own blog, and I document his adventures over there. I have a little section there when I want to add my voice to his blog, but sometimes, I want my own space.
I feel this is one of those times.
My Ickle Pickle is, as I type, in his big boys bed, in his own room, for the first time EVER.
It is almost 10pm, he went up at 7pm, Luke read him a story, and with no fuss, or tears, or anything, he went to sleep.
I sold his cot yesterday, and we dismantled it for collection at 6.45pm tonight.
So, even though his bed and room have been ready since last summer, this has happened quite quickly really – although Pickle is two and a half, and some will think this should have, or could have happened sooner, it is happening now.
That’s one of the fantastic things about being over 40, with my fourth baby. I feel I can do what I want, when I want. I am long past needing or wanting external approval.
Pickle has, for months now, been going to sleep in my bed, then when I went up, I lifted him into his cot, in the corner of my bedroom.
So, tonight is a HUGE change for him. Tonight, his bedtime has been completely different to any other bedtime in his life so far.
I just had to capture how I feel.
I feel – mixed.
So proud of my baby.
So pleased that for now, at least, he has accepted his new bed, his new room, his new routine.
Sad, in a ‘good’ way – if that makes sense. Of course I want him to be independent, to be happy in his new bedroom, but it also signals another step away from being my baby.
And he is my last baby.
My fourth baby though – how lucky am I?
Night night Ickle Pickle, although you now share a room with Luke, and if you wake, we have talked about how you can scramble into bed with him, you are always welcome in my bed.
If you sleep through the night in your bed – great.
If you wake and hop into Lukes bed with him – great.
If you wake and come padding into my room, climbing into my bed – great.
I will take your lead, you will do what you need to do x x x