Last week, we transitioned my youngest, who recently turned two, into her Big Girl Bed.
It’s funny how quickly the moment snuck up on us.
It doesn’t seem that long ago that my eldest was, well, that very little person in the photo to the left.
I remember back in 2009, posting that photo to Facebook (along with 300 others of her that I KNEW everyone was dying to see).
I titled it: Baby: In the Land of Giants.
Because she was so small.
And that crib and all her animals were so big.
Of course, she outgrew it.
But, quite thoughtfully, at a pace that aligned well with my second pregnancy.
As we got ready to welcome Baby #2 we worried about the transition.
She was only two-and-a-half. Was it too early?
Would she feel kicked out of her digs in favour of the new baby?
Because she was certainly still completely at home in the crib and showing no desire to leave.
So we had a whole transition plan to move her from crib to bed a few months prior to my due date so she could get use to her new bed and forget that the crib had really, once upon a time, been her domain.
She came shopping with us to choose her bed and bedding.
We had a railing secured so she wouldn’t fall out.
We kept it up for months after the move – which went fine, by the way.
Skipping forward two years, we figured we were experts at this and there was no rush.
Then about three months ago our youngest, at a couple of months shy of two, started WAILING inconsolably all night; most nights; and as soon as we put her down in her crib.
We rocked; we lost sleep; we became accidental co-sleepers; she snuggled while watching a lot of late night television which likely wasn’t TOTALLY appropriate for children.
She was sick for a bit and we thought maybe it was that.
Then in continued.
We went on holidays where we shared a bed with her and we thought maybe it was that.
Then it continued.
My husband finally put on his “bad cop” voice for bedtime to get her to go to sleep in the crib. It was the only thing that worked and I didn’t have it in me.
So the evenings that I put her down?
Yeah. Co-sleeping and/or Netflix nights. Which, in retrospect, two not-awesome ways to basically reward behaviour opposing our aims.
I asked friends; I posted to Babycenter.ca searching for advice.
And the same bit kept coming back: maybe it’s time to trade in the crib.
I spent a few, largely sleepless, weeks in denial.
She wasn’t even two!
We have another year!
We just bought a car, we can’t afford a new bedroom set!
I debated sitting my two-year-old down and explaining the family budget.
It could work, right? Right?!
But no. In the end, in the same way we have discovered that our kids are different, so was the way we went about acquiring bed set #2.
After a particularly trying week on the “Go the F*#$ to Sleep” front, a sales flyer showed up in the mail from the store where we’d purchased our eldest’s bedroom set two years prior (after much reflection and shopping about where even my husband finally left to hit a pub while I toured another few stores to ensure we’d seen all options).
This time? One evening out with my mother along to watch my kids, after a quick price compare online and a check with my husband via photo of the set I’d selected, and it was all ordered and done.
It arrived and was set up last week. The rail we’d used for my eldest? Wouldn’t fit with the frame. So my youngest went Big Girl Bed all the way from night #1 in the new bed.
And sleep? Hers? Mine? All of ours?
Yup. That was the issue. She’s sleeping happily and without complaint.
And hasn’t fallen out yet.
So save figuring out what to do now with our crib set? Problem solved!
What about you? How and when did you know it was time to transition your kids from the crib?