Tuesday, February 12, 2019

Taking Down the Crib

 We planned on keeping Andrew in his happy yellow crib until he turned three. After the disintegration of his last remaining pacifier a few weeks ago, and the ensuing nights of restless sleep, things accelerated. 

Last Thursday, after bedtime and prayers, he was not settling down. I could hear him through the door, "Um, Mom? Mom! Mom-eeeeeeeeeee!!!" This went on for a while. I was TIRED. Exhausted, really, by the fact that there had been only 6 hours of Very Excellent Preschool since December 14. By Tim's long work hours, and his scary week-long bought with pneumonia. By the fact that with an aging dog and a toddler with poor aim, our house now smells like pee.

I really needed Andrew to fall asleep.

First, I went in for another hug. Next, I helped him locate his lovey, which he had thrown overboard  so he could yell, "I can't find LOVEY!" Almost out of ideas, I said, "Would you be more comfortable in your big boy bed?" An excited and not at all tired sounding, "YES!" led me to tuck him in the twin bed on the other side of his room.

He slept.

My friend's daughter is having another baby, so as soon as I got the a-ok from Andrew to give the crib away, we dismantled it and put it in my car. I'll probably drive around with it for 3 months before remembering to drop it off.

This feels different than when I gave away Jack and Margaret's crib. Back then, I hoped we would have a third child someday, but it felt uncertain. Would we ever figure out how to fit another child into our lives? The door felt more closed than open. In the short term, I knew our neighbor needed the crib, and we could use the extra space.

This time, I know that unless God himself wants to impregnate me to carry His child, there will be no more fruit of this geriatric womb. I toyed with keeping the crib for grand kids, but I have met  Margaret, and therefore know that is not a wise move. First, having a giant ball of need toddler in the house has convinced Margaret that babies are a heck of a lot of work, and she's not sure if she's up to it-- ever. Second, I realize there's nothing more fun for your self-esteem than having a grown daughter or daughter-in-law give you a self-righteous lecture when you try to pawn-off a decades-old baby crib aka death trap on them. I don't need a cute little Jenny Lind crib leaning against the basement wall either pressuring Margaret to procreate or showcasing how little I know about anything.

So off it goes.

His race car sheets and gray comforter arrive next week. I hope he likes them, but I know not to get too wrapped up in them.

Soon, he'll have his own ideas of how to decorate his room... and the little stinker is in our bed for half the night anyway.



3 comments:

Katie McNally said...

I’m dreading saying goodbye to our crib in the next year...
I have a huge age gap from my youngest sibling, 14 years and I did wait until my 30s to have kids, but when I did I was so grateful for the experience with a much younger sibling
On a practical note- Shark Steam mops - worth every penny when you have a little boy with questionable aim!

Anonymous said...

Congrats on the big change! The peeing dog caught my eye...if the dog is female and dribbling, take her to the vet. Our vet prescribed our elderly pup something that stopped the problem miraculously.

Debby@Just Breathe said...

I couldn't help but notice the photo of the yellow Jenny Lind crib. First of all my favorite color is yellow. We have a guest room in our house with furniture in that color and a wall painted in the same yellow. Second we have a Jenny Lind crib that has been cleaned up and is sitting in our garage right now. It was taken down from the attic in November. Finally at 67 I became a grandmother in October! Now I'm thinking that maybe we should paint ours yellow. I'm glad that Andrew is in his big bed and that he actually slept that night. We have our original wooden high chair too!