So we moved Finn from his crib to a twin bed over winter break. I know – he’s four and a half! What was the delay, right? Well, there were various reasons we put it off, among them: he’s small (30ish pounds at this point), so it’s not like he had outgrown the crib; things have been sort of in flux since Scarlett was born, as we weren’t sure where she was going to end up sleeping (we thought it might be with Finn in his room, but that hasn’t come to pass); and, not the least, to contain him. I had a sneaking suspicion that as soon as we moved him to a regular bed, he’d be up wandering the house at all hours. Winter break seemed like a good time to make the change – I really expected him to have difficulty giving up the familiar surroundings of his crib, and if we were going to be dealing with bedtime tantrums, I wanted it to at least be when we didn’t all have to get up at the crack of dawn for school.
So a few days after Christmas, Michael dismantled the crib.
It was bittersweet; I got this crib brand spankin’ new when I was pregnant with Kevin over 16 years ago, and all of my babies except Scarlett slept in it. (Kevin also feels a very sentimental attachment to it and has made us promise to save it for his kids.)
And he put together Finn’s new twin bed.
I was pleasantly surprised when, on the first night, Finn made no protest about getting into his new bed. “Wow, this is going to be easy!” I thought.
Not so easy, as it turns out. While he still has not made a peep of protest almost two weeks later, that whole concern about keeping him contained has become reality. The kid won’t stay in his bed. He gets up at all hours and bangs around in his room. If he can still hear us up and about, he’ll just repeatedly come out of his room – I finally put one of those childproof doorknob covers on the inside of his door just to prevent him from exiting his room, and I also make a point of unscrewing the lightbulb from his lamp because he likes to get up and turn the light on and off. It’s gotten to the point where he won’t go to sleep until Michael or I lay down on his bed with him until he falls asleep – and I really don’t want that to become the routine.
Last night we heard a thud from our room and Michael went into Finn’s room and found him on the floor, his nose and mouth bloody. By the time I extricated Scarlett from me and went in to Finn’s room, he was doing that hiccuping-sobbing thing. As it turns out, he didn’t fall out of his bed, he did a face plant on the hardwood floor from the rocking chair in his room. Because he had gotten out of bed. Again.
I went to Babies R Us today and bought one of those safety rails for his bed. I’m hoping that, although it won’t prevent him from getting out of bed if he really wants to, that it will mimic his crib in some way and at least discourage him from getting out of bed.
We shall see.