Broken Bed

Yesterday, I converted Mason's crib into a toddler bed. We have been intentionally delaying this milestone as he sleeps so well and we hate to change that but it was time. If we are going to get serious about potty training in the near future then it might be good for him to be able to get out of bed on his own. I am dreading it all.

I was finishing up the transition when Jentry arrived home from school.

Jentry: "Whoa what happened to Mason's crib? What are you doing!?!"
Me: "Making it into a toddler bed."
Jentry: "Awwww... He is just growing up too fast."

Up until that comment I hadn't really been sad about the changes but just hearing Jentry's thoughts made it all suddenly bittersweet.  I mean wasn't it yesterday that I was pregnant and carefully decorating that very crib with adorable baby boy items?

Our plan of attack was to not act at all. Since not much change actually took place we decided it might be best not to talk about anything. We just went about our bedtime routine as usual. All was going well and unnoticed until book reading was over and then he detected something different.

I simply ignored his concern, kissed him goodnight, closed the door and prayed all the way down the hall that he would not attempt to get out. 

He slept there all through the night like a champ. I, on the other hand, was up several times thinking that I heard him awake and moving around. Ugh.

One night down but how many nights will it be until he figures out that he can escape?