This weekend we reached another big milestone with the twins. We’d been talking for a while about moving them into beds but not really reaching a decision on when to do it. They were getting too big for their cots and after doing up Lucas’ bedroom we had a toddler bed spare so it seemed sensible to use it for the twins then just buy one extra.
I remember when we were moving Lucas into a bed we had so many discussions about it, about when was the right time, how we were going to do it, it would be a big transition. There was a whole plan in place. This time round there wasn’t really a plan; we had a free weekend and just thought we’d go for it. I felt so anxious when we did it with Lucas, like somehow it was all wrong. I just wasn’t sure about the change, if he was ready for it or maybe if I was ready for it! I don’t know what I imagined would happen but it made me so nervous. I think with the twins I knew I wasn’t going to do any lasting damage with these decisions. With the first they seem so momentous that they almost take on a life of it’s own and I would obsess over the perfect time, the best way to do it and read all sorts about it.
My husband worked hard taking the cots down and putting the beds together so they were ready for Saturday night. The twins still have milk at night and used to sit on our knees so instead we set up camp on one of their beds with a few books and read some stories while they drank their milk. Lucas came and joined us and it was actually quite a nice way to do bedtime for a change. There seems so much more room in their bedroom now, it’s so much lighter and although it still needs decorating it’s a lovely space for them.
When they were done we turned off the light, put their little night light on and said goodnight. This is when we panicked that we hadn’t really prepared for this as they both started to cry! It turned out that Bear just wanted to tuck his teddies and cars in first and Boo really did not want his duvet anywhere near his bed. Something like that would have bothered me with Lucas but I’ve learnt to just let it go. If he doesn’t want to sleep with it on his bed that’s fine, he will eventually and he isn’t coming to any harm. We sneak in before we go to bed and cover him up but he’s usually thrown it off again by morning. He’s a funny little thing but it isn’t the end of the world. I said to my husband how strange it is that we don’t worry about these things as much now when I would have been so much stricter with Lucas. Maybe it’s because we are too busy or maybe because we’ve done it all before, more likely that I’ll do anything for a quiet life now!
I must admit part of me did think that they may be up out of bed as they share a room but they slept through until we went into them in the morning. We’ve been pretty strict with bedtime routines in our house, it has just always worked well for us and they’ve all had a set bedtime and don’t really come into our bed. My husband usually has school work to do in an evening and I love to have time to myself when they are all in bed. It works in our favour when it comes to changes like this as it does seem to have gone smoothly, despite my lack of preparation!
The next day we celebrated with a trip to a little park near us. Lucas still isn’t well but the weather was so good we just couldn’t stay indoors anymore. I thought the fresh air would do him good and even though he did have to stop and rest we got a big smile out of him which we haven’t seen for a while.
The twins were tearing round the place, giggling at each other and chattering away. There is no way I can call them babies anymore, even though they are often still referred to as ‘the babies’ in our house! Having no cots in the house is a big thing, I went into their room and had a little moment as I looked at the big beds in the place those baby cots used to be. They’re growing up and as much as I sometimes wish I could just hit pause and keep them this way forever it is so much fun to be with them as they change and learn new things. I so love this age, I really do but it doesn’t mean I don’t sometimes get a little tearful thinking of those newborn babies we could carry, one in each arm. I’m so proud of them, of the boys they are becoming; such happy little souls my little twins, I think they will forever be my babies.