We did it on a whim, really. I mean, we had talked about it. We knew it was coming sooner than later -- definitely in the next month or two. We knew Seth was showing definite signs of being ready.
But I didn't know that when we put Seth to bed on Saturday night, it would be the last time we lifted him over the railings of his crib.
Sunday afternoon, the front of the crib came off, a low railing went on, a baby laid down on the mattress for his nap, and two hours later, a little independent boy got up.
It was a ridiculously smooth transition. Ridiculous. He plays on his bed when he's awake -- jumping, running from end to end -- but will stay put on his belly, little butt up in the air, when it's time to sleep. He didn't budge during his nap, but I had my concerns about making it through a twelve-hour night.
We placed a baby gate in front of his open door when we went to bed in hopes that we'd hear him if he woke up in the middle of the night and started wandering around his room. Even though I barely slept, keeping one ear tuned for sounds of Seth.....nothing.
Well, until Jim's alarm went off at 5:15. I got up to shut Seth's door so that Jim wouldn't wake him, and he was still sound asleep, blanket all tangled in his legs.....in the middle of the floor.
He must have rolled out of bed at some point in the night, but apparently, he never woke, and slept soundly until his usual 8 a.m.
We will be getting a new toddler bed for Seth, so the front will go back on the crib in plenty of time for the new baby. So it's not like the crib will be out of sight for long. But still.
I didn't know it would be the last time.