My parents always told me to rip a bandaid off quickly, because it would hurt less (or for less time, at least). I took their advice today.
We made a big transition chez Diehl…there are officially no more babies in this house (I’ll be saying this again the day Jack Henry is fully potty-trained, but this is big, too, people). After 7 dutiful years (literally almost non-stop; there was a couple of months’ break between kid 1 & kid 2, and another brief break between kid 2 & kid 3) of service, our crib was taken apart and put in storage.
We’d been talking about when the best time to do this would be. While Jack Henry wasn’t really showing signs of crawling out of his crib, he’s certainly old enough to have a twin bed. His brothers were even younger when we moved them. However, as mentioned here before, we’re planning a move, hopefully in the spring. And because this isn’t my first rodeo, I know that too many changes at once for little ones can be overwhelming and very schedule-disrupting, especially where sleep is concerned. Since I felt like moving houses and moving him to a big bed all at once might be a little much, we’d been talking about maybe doing it soon.
Matt and I desperately needed a new mattress; we’ve been waking up every morning hurting and worse, not sleeping all night because we toss and turn so much. Since Luke’s sick and couldn’t come out shopping with us today, Matt just sent me, alone, to buy a new mattress for us (no pressure; what if he hates it???), and said that I should just go ahead and pick one out for Jack Henry, too. And wouldn’t you know it, the store we bought them from said that they could deliver them TODAY!
Now obviously, we didn’t have to change Jack’s room out today. But, he was excited about his new bed (he slept in a big bed over Christmas at Papa’s and has talked about it since) and we didn’t really have any plans today, so it just worked out. Which meant that at naptime today, I put my baby down for his last nap in his crib. I was fine with it (pictures below; he was totally posing for me!) and left his room, but he kept calling my name, so I went back in there.
And that’s where the trouble started.
I sat in the rocking chair with him, the same chair I rocked all of my babies in, and the tears started pouring. I’m sure that this would have happened whether we’d had a future date on the calendar as the day we were doing this or not, but I was struck, yet again, at the unfairness of the passing of time. How is he not this baby anymore? How am I done having a crib in my house? I can’t believe more than 7 years have passed since we first set up that crib (which was given to us, by the way, new and unused from a family who decided to cosleep instead of use the crib they bought…it’s not, style-wise, what I ever would have picked, but who says no to a free crib?).
Here’s Jack Henry hamming it up in his crib one last time…
And here’s the big event!