Since Reagan has been born, we go back in forth from crib to my bed, my bed to crib, etc, etc. We have been playing bedtime musical chairs for the past 7 months. I’ve been campaigning for her to sleep in her crib and she, of course, has been campaigning to sleep in my bed. Without going to much in the details of that, let’s just say Reagan has will and determination and she usually always wins, I loose.
When she was really little, she was easy to sleep with and, for the most part, she stayed in one place. A few kicks here and there, but those were manageable. Now, at 12 months, it is a totally different ball game.
Usually at 12:00am, Reagan comes into my bed. We all start in the proper sleeping position- heads at the headboard, feet and at the foot of the bed. By 1:00am, Reagan makes it to 2:00 position and heads into my husband’s territory. By 2:00am, we have formed the shaped of the letter “H”. Reagan is exactly perpendicular to us. And, I, of course, always end up with her feet and my husband gets her head. Usually at this time, Reagan head butts Brad, which pushed him down and out of the bed. She kicks me which wakes me as well. By this time, 3:00am, we are all awake, trying to figure out how we are going to get back to sleep. We manage to reposition ourselves back to a 12:00 position. By 4:00am, Reagan somehow steamrollers herself into a 6:00 position, causing even more of a ruckus. It all comes to an end at 6:00am when we all get up and look to see where everyone ended up. Usually blankets are on the floor, pillows are thrown around and our bed looks like a tornado just hit.
I ordered Reagan’s bed last week and it arrived. My husband asked, “Why did you get her a full size mattress instead of a twin?” My response- "Have you seen how she sleeps?? She would steamroll right off a twin bed"