But first, let's pause briefly to observe a moment of respectful silence for her parents, who enjoyed their last full night of sleep on Friday.
For those of you still picking yourself up off the floor at the thought of an almost four-year old in a crib, here are a few things probably worth mentioning:
1.) Reflux stinks. Due to the severity of it, it was medically necessary for Sophie to sleep in a Bouncy Seat. For quite the long time. (Luckily, Fisher-Price made one that was much deeper and longer than the others. We owned three, which we rotated out between the barfs.) An inclined chair was the only way to keep her comfortable and at an angle that helped reduce the number of times she would vomit in the night. Anything flat, semi-flat, flat-ish, or resembling might-be-flat-like, and it was all over. She would scream bloody stinking murder and ralph her little toenails up all night long.
2.) She slept like that from birth until around the age of two, when she figured out a.) how to get out of it and troll the house in the pitch-black of night, and b.) how to remain upright and in place on a firm pillow in a bed. It was then she was moved to a crib.
3.) ...A crib that, gloriously enough, she had NO IDEA she could get out of. Even monkey that she has always been, she didn't realize, for whatever odd reason, that the crib (just exactly like the furniture and counters and every other thing in the house) was also a conquerable object. We could plop her in her crib, and ahhhhhh, not have to see her little perky self until WE decided to get her out. She stayed put, snug as a little bug in a rug. And as the world's lightest sleeper on the planet, instead of popping out of bed every. single. time she woke up, she just rolled over and went back to sleep.
It was awesome!! ...Sniff. Was.
I'm pretty sure we would have happily kept her in there until...oh, I don't know, middle school? Maybe longer. Really, I mean, she could have just put her legs through the slats in the side for some extra stretch-out room. (Kidding!) Yeah, we finally decided we couldn't pull it off any longer. I started visualizing her friends coming over for sleep-overs, hanging out in her room, talking about cute boys. I could see it: "Yo, dude. You're syringe-fed, you sniff a blanket, AND you sleep in a crib?! I am sooo telling Brian." I decided for the sake of her future social life, it was time to make the transition from then to now.
Enter one twin bed. Complete with a flowery, "holka dot" comforter and girly heart pillows.
Operation Big Girl Now was almost all set for launch when we had a moment of THIS ISN'T GOING TO WORK! She was arranging her new little nest when she realized, oh no!, her buddies wouldn't remain on the bed. She had piled all eight of them up there with her and watched tearfully as they kept falling off one side or the other. First it was Yertle. Then puppy. When her beloved Baby Huggums hit the floor, she announced miserably: "Maaaa ma! This is the most horrible thing I've never SEEEEEN!"
That's when I sprung into action and went to Target to purchase a "Buddy Barrier". More commonly known as a bed rail. Positioned on one side, not to keep the child from falling out on her face, but to keep the buddies safe and secure in the bed.
Ahhh. All was well.
I went back to bed as well. But it didn't take. I was awake and on alert - waiting for the Wee One to silently reappear beside the bed, apparition-like to scare the ever lovin' ye doggies out of me again. (Sigh.)
...Oh, man. We had such a good run.