Getting My Bed Back

When Oskar was born, he slept in a small crib next to our bed. I was much determined then to establish this way of sleeping arrangement so that he would always in his own bed. I didn't follow through as he was a frequent eater and had to be fed every hour or two. After a few weeks, I couldn't cope to get out of bed to fetch him so he has been sleeping with me ever since then. As for Mikael, he moved to Gemma's room because of all the night feeding activities.

I have tried to get Oskar sleeping in his own bed for numerous times but he somehow just ended up in mine. I tried the let cry method but it was too cruel. Oskar gets extremely upset each time when I put in the cot. He just refuses to sit down, not even mention if I tried to lay him down on his pillow. He goes red and mad.

The baby cot was not very far from our bed. I decorated it with lovely baby bedding and toys, and then took them all off thinking maybe that's why Oskar didn't like to be in his bed.

Feeling a little more energetic than usual this afternoon, I thought to make another attempt to put Oskar in his own cot for a nap. I lured him with the new cot toy.  He spent some quiet moments playing but then remembered that he supposed to show his disgust to the cot. He stood up quickly and started crying, crying and crying... for a whole hour. I was just sitting on the floor next to the cot and feeling helpless.

During the crying time, Oskar didn't sit down for one second. He was very firm in his protest and even the tears he rained down seemed bigger than normal. My heart was truly ripped apart and I wanted to give up many times. Each time I stood myself up from the floor, he thought that I was going to give in and pick him up. I almost was going to but instead, I reached the button of the cot toy to get some music going. He cried out so much louder to show me his deepest desperation.

I started to move around the cot while Oskar was still in it. He quieted down and smiled when he heard the high pitch noise coming from the wooden legs dragging against the hard marble floor (the people must be hating me from downstairs.)

Once the cot was right next to our bed, Oskar gave some thoughts on this new perspective. Instead of crying out loud, he sobbed. I laid down on my bed sticking my arm into his cot.

Oskar was completely exhausted after another half-hour of sobbing. He finally was too tired and fell instantly to sleep, like someone just switched him off.

Later this evening after I have finished Oskar's bbb routine (bath, bottle and bed), I bravely placed him into his own cot. He stood up right away but didn't cry. He was playing with the cot toy while I was pretending asleep.  All of a sudden, the magic moment arrived! He reached out to his teddy and had a nice snuggle. He laid down and slept! M-I-R-A-C-L-E!

Up till now, he woke up only once. I cuddled him for a little while and put him back again to his bed.  There wasn't no resistance.

Well, I am heading to bed now and feeling 100% pleased to get my bed back. Wait, okay, there is only 97% of good feeling. I do feel 1% lost, 1% abandoned, and 1% needy. I know I am pathetic but I am just being honest. Nevertheless, I will not bring Oskar back to my bed. We both have better sleep that way.