Took the crib apart over the weekend. That felt weird.
It needed to happen, but it’s been 10 years.
Xavier transitioned into a regular bed a month or so ago, and it’s been going as well as could be expected. It’s easier for him to get out of bed, but there’s less danger of him falling and getting hurt.
With the kids growing older and sleeping arrangements needing a shift, it was decided to put August in the room with Xavier. There were a number of factors in this decision, such as Xavier being the first of the kids to bed and August the last, and August being a good sleeper and more responsible, etc.
Another major reason for wanting to put somebody in the room with Xavier was that in Ireland it appears all four of the kids will be in the same room. We need to start getting Xavier ready to share sleeping quarters.
In order for August to have room to sleep in Xavier’s room, the crib had to go.
That was tough.
We’ve had at least one crib assembled and in use constantly for the last 10 years. This was the last one to get dismantled. Over the years we’ve moved them, given them away, or whatever, but we’ve always had at least one up.
And now we don’t.
There is a finality to having the crib dismantled. Sure we could put it together if we had another baby. There’s just something psychological about it not being there, ready for use.
I don’t miss the crib, I’m not melancholy for more babies, but it’s just a very different space now.