The day has come… our boys have grown out of their cribs and transitioned over to twin beds! Our cribs are actually the type the convert to toddler beds (basically one side is removed) but the conversion kits cost $100 each crib and they would just grow out of those toddler beds in a couple years anyway, so we decided to scrap that idea and get them totally new beds.
We started talking about big boy beds a while back in order to prepare the boys for the change and they genuinely seemed excited about it. They sleep on little cots at daycare so we were hoping the transition wouldn’t be too much for them. You can see from the picture that I stuffed a pool noodle in between the fitted sheet and the mattress as a cheap way to prevent the boys from rolling out.
On the night that they disassembled the cribs and put the beds in, Shane and I were both unexpectedly sad. All of a sudden we no longer had a nursery in our house but rather a boy’s bedroom. Once they’re out of diapers, it’s bye-bye, babyhood! Although I have a feeling I won’t be too upset when I no longer have to be changing toddler diapers.
Anyway, it’s only been 3 nights in the new beds and they have gone as follows:
Night one – Caleb fell out (and onto a crib mattress that was placed on the floor) and was upset but quickly calmed down after Shane spent a few minutes lying next to him in bed.
Night two – Aside from some a couple fussing episodes, the boys both slept through the night in bed with no falls.
Night three – Caleb somehow managed to fall out without us hearing him and then proceeded to crawl to the door which was left ajar to let in a little bit of light from the hallway. Rather than open the door and come find us, he closed the door… hard… and woke up Wyatt who heard the loud noise and both boys were left in the pitch dark. Needless to say they were freaking out so Shane and I went tried to go into their room only to realize that Caleb was on the ground right behind the door and we couldn’t open it! He was crying and wouldn’t budge and of course Wyatt was out of his mind upset because we were trying to force our way in but couldn’t get to him. So as you can imagine, two toddlers screaming at the top of their lungs, two parents fumbling around in the dark at 4am trying to move Caleb who was unintentionally barricading himself and Wyatt in the room. What a disaster! Finally, we were reunited and after lots of coaxing and snuggling (Shane in Wyatt’s bed and I in Caleb’s) both boys were soundly asleep and we were able to tip-toe out of there stealth-fully… just in time for the alarm to ring what felt like only a couple minutes later. Up and at ’em! Fingers crossed they continue to get used to their beds and Caleb doesn’t feel the need to go exploring at night time anymore.