The time had come for a new bed. I was finally getting a memory foam. My brother has one and I've been in love ever since I laid in it's memory foam heaveness. We were also using this opportunity to move back to Mini's room which is actually equipped for her allergies. For those of you with Mini's on the spectrum, you totally know this post is leading straight to meltdown hell. For those of you that don't, get ready for the ride.
I talked daily with Mini about the new bed, moving back to her room, assuring her that yes mommy and Bear would still be sleeping with her. I even talked about changing the old room back to a den/school room once the carpet was changed and a wall was replaced with sheet rock. We were excited. We checked shipping updates everyday and we started to prepare her room, which had become our school/playroom.
The day finally came! Our new bed showed up at 10am and Hubby and I had it up by 11. During our daily talks we discussed that the bed would have to air out (for the record it had no odor) and plump up! Well our bed was a super mattress in that the minute we cut the plastic poof new bed was ready.
We couldn't wait to hop in and experience it's memory foam heaveness and that's just what we did. I have to say its still not the awesomeness of my brother's bed but it's close enough for me. Mini spent ALL day in her room on the new bed. Playing Xbox, watching Netflix, even watching a little regular tv. At this point I'm thinking we've cleared a hurdle, life is great, and I'm so blessed that Mini is not as bad a she could be.
BUT, then came bedtime! Every above thought went flying out the window. Hurdle not cleared, life not great, I still feel blessed but now Mini is worse than I thought she would be. Bedtime has been a nightmare ever since we've made the switch. The screaming and crying ensue every night until she falls out around 1am. Nothing I do or offer makes the meltdown better and sadly there's a lot of eye rolling and heavy sighing on my part. Sometimes it just really hard to hold it together when she is falling apart and that makes it worse.
It's so hard to watch her battling this war with herself. I want so much to make it easier but I have found if I ask her what will make it better ( last night it was send the stupid bed back and let her back in the old room) and offer solutions, then turn my back and pretend to go to sleep, she will eventually wind herself down and fall asleep. By no means is it easy getting to that point, actually it's beyond hard getting there. We've been in this bedtime nightmare for 7 nights now and I'm not sure when it will come to an end so if you see me somewhere with a dazed look on my face or rambling about things that make no sense, you will know why. Even in all of this I feel blessed to be living Life with Mini.
How do you handle changes in routine and the meltdowns that come with them?