Yesterday around 2 I finished up all my work to hear Bella (who is almost 23 months) in the other room, waking up from nap. While she usually plays happily for a few minutes before starting to call for me, this time I heard sobs and, “Uh oh, uh oh!”
I walked down the hall, remembering how I thought she sounded quite loud, and pushed open the door only to bump into something. A thought quickly raced through my head of, “Did her cloth diaper pail tip, and how on earth?” Then I heard an even louder wail and pushing the door wider I saw her little face poke around it, tears streaming down, a diaper half off as she said, “Uh oh, diaper? Uh oh.”
In complete shock, I just stood there for a second, sputtering out, “Wha… how did you get out, did you climb out of your crib? Wait, how did you do that?!”She simply looked at me and repeated, “Uh oh, diaper?” The diaper must have unsnapped when she climbed over the crib rail and, quite obviously, she could have cared less at the fact that she scaled something nearly as tall as her and dropped to
HER NEAR DEATH the floor for the first time.
I changed her and put her back in the crib. “Show me, come here,” I coaxed. She looked at me like I was insane. “C’mon, out of the crib.”
Putting her feet against the wood slats like a monkey, she pushed herself up the crib. I stopped her there because I knew that was it. This would happen all the time now.
I called Sam (who laughed so hard he couldn’t talk for a second) and we chatted about what to do. First we thought we’d just turn her crib into the toddler bed we’d bought it for. Only we realized we’d need a rail to do that. While Amazon had them, they were a full 10 days out with shipping.
So then I went to Target in search of a rail. Naturally the crib instructions screamed, “USE ONLY A LAJOBI RAIL WITH THIS BED” but I understood that while that was preferable, for a few days it might have to be another kind that snapped on or something.
I tend to live on the wild side of crib transitioning.
After asking two workers at Target about toddler beds and being assured they didn’t carry any, I found them anyway (surprise!) and brought one home. And got it out. And died at the BILLION small parts that fell all over the floor with a 10 page instruction manual.
Shedding a few tears about taking apart Bella’s crib, and knowing the next time I’d see it together again was if we decide to have another, I started on the toddler bed from hell. It didn’t go any faster when Bella “helped” by taking all the screws and trying to put them in the cracks and nooks of other wood pieces, only to have me searching like a mad woman for them a few minutes later.
Sam got home and we finished putting it together. He looked at it and said, “It seems like it’s too small for anyone, such a tiny thing.” Only to me, it was like this huge bed that my little baby would get lost in. She would hate it. I would need to put the crib back.
We had to have a very stern talk about jumping on it, as she had been practicing for the crib Olympics the last year.
Then it was time for bed.
Yep. That’s a paci with the kitty on the end. It’s for nap and bed only, the rest of the time it’s “Paci nigh nigh.” Plans to get rid of it? Let me know when you all want incoherent, rambling, angry posts from a zombie mom.
She slept the entire night and woke up at 7:45 to get her books and read them in her bed. No crying. No fuss. Hopefully once the novelty wears off she’ll do the same, but for now we’ll take what we can get.
My big girl. It’s a little hard to believe.