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Wesley has a big boy bed.

He is not in it. We put him in it and left the room, and he ran screaming to the door, desperately shrieking and rattling the knob. So I went back upstairs and sat by his bed with him for 30 minutes, and then left. He ran back to the door, but is a little less hysterical now. He's making a lot of noise, but it's not panicked shrieking, just unhappy cranky yelling.

I do not think he will be in bed in the morning.

God, I hate this. :-(

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Wesley is asleep, curled up in a still-sniffling ball right next to the door. It took around 2 hours and fifteen minutes from when we put him down until when he stopped screaming, with us periodically returning upstairs to say, "Wesley, I love you, but it's bedtime." He does not seem to hate the bed: when I was up there with him, he lay there for a long time while I sang and talked to him. He just didn't want to go to sleep, and without the crib, I think, felt more abandoned. It wasn't a familiar kind of being without his parents. He was just alone in his big room.

I wish so profoundly that we could wait a year or so for this, but he's trying to climb out of his crib now and all of the books say once they get to 36 inches (Wesley's 37), it's just a matter of technique, and could happen any day. But I hate how unhappy he is, and I don't know how to fix it. We'll try a few more days, and then let him lapse back if it doesn't improve. If we need to do that, we'll give him a week in his crib, then try a tricksy plan to adjust him slowly.

He just doesn't understand, and I hate my inability to explain it.

This sucks. :-/