First Night in the Big Girl Bed

I had an odd dream last night. I don’t remember much about it,  just bits and pieces. In it, I was young and single. Hadn’t gotten married, hadn’t had kids.

I was dating, though. I had a boyfriend. We lived together, and in the dream, he was asleep in a big bed. Like in a movie, the “camera” zoomed in on his face and it was unmistakable: He had Down syndrome. 

I looked at his face and remembered that a lot of people had warned me that this relationship could never work. I felt anxious, that feeling you get in dreams where you think, “Oh shit, what have I done, walking naked into my high school cafeteria,” or “Jesus Christ, why didn’t I do my Italian homework for an entire college semester?”

And then I woke up. I looked at the clock: 7:15. Not only had Sophie slept in her big girl bed all night, she’d overslept by 15 minutes. In fact, it was so quiet in there, I wondered if she’d escaped in the night. (Not like her — Sophie would come directly to us if she did get out of bed — I think.)

Then I heard her. “Mommy!”

She didn’t sound anxious, just happy. She loves that new bed, even admonished Ray to get that crib out of her room, ASAP. I don’t blame her. She needs to show off her new rug and her “bubble” sheets. Although I had some trepidation, I highly recommend the IKEA child beds. And Dorcas the physical therapist gave it her mark of approval this morning.

Ray, Sophie, Dorcas and I all stood in Sophie’s room, admiring the bed, savoring the fact that Sophie’d stayed put all night.

Ray looked over at Sophie. “Hey, your panties are on backward!” he said. (I’d allowed it; she’s got a hot pink pair with Marie from Aristocats on what’s supposed to be the butt. Could YOU bear to not look at them all day???)

In unison Dorcas and I said, “She likes them that way!”

It was a good night, weird dreams notwithstanding. But I’m also a believer in beginner’s luck, so I know the nightmare may be coming as Sophie has at least seven hours, EVERY NIGHT, of time to wander, escape, make trouble, hurt herself.

And dream.



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2 responses to “First Night in the Big Girl Bed

  1. Kathy

    Awww….who wants to crawl out of a bed of bubbles? So cute.

  2. That is great! Wonderful about the bed and the sleep. I hope it continues.
    Leo has a lame twin mattress and box spring on the floor. I guess we should get ourselves to IKEA one of these days.
    Thanks for your note. To answer your question yes we do have Walgreens here! (which reminds me, a long time ago you said something about your lack of Dunkin Donuts drive throughs and I just wanted to give you my sympathies for that). I think maybe it’s our consolation for it being 12 degrees here this morning (and no I don’t want to know what the temp is today in AZ) : )
    Re. the syringe you mentioned, we have a dropper but not a push syringe, is that what you mean? Does that work better than the dropper? Also, I felt kind of like a huge shmuck after I wrote what I did, I mean your kid had heart surgery and here I am whining about her ear infection medicine. I hope it didn’t come off like that.
    Anyway, thanks for the suggestion. Also, I agree that frozen stir fry is a dinner, sometimes. But not every night. I think I just miss cooking. But for the record, even though I was home at 5 I still didn’t cook last night. Ugh. OK sorry to blog in your blog!

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