Sadly, I’m not talking about monsters or ghosts … I’m talking about my daughter’s beautiful head … when she somehow climbed out of her crib at bed-time last night and smacked her little noggin on the hard-wood floor covering her room (of course, not in the spot where a large rug is covering the floor …)
The thump was so loud, Luis and I both raced to her room, terrified.
He got there first, and still doesn’t remember how he found her — it happened so fast — but through tears, she was able to tell us that she hit her head on the floor and that she “fell up high” — probably meaning, from up high.
We snuggled the hell out of her, put an icepack on her head, checked her hands, feet and back and — fearing a concussion — kept her talking. Asking her what hurt and where; if she was OK; etc. Luis has a little flashlight and we looked at her eyes. Asked her to close them, open them, blink, make “pretty eyes” — she passed each test. By 8:30 she started getting drowsy and was barely whispering her responses, so we let her sleep — then called the pediatrician.
(I’ve said it before but I LOVE our pediatrician practice. Not sure if all are like this (?) but one doctor is always on call after-hours, 365 days a year, to answer any question you might have. You speak to the actual doctor … doctors who know your kid; who you trust. They help determine course of care, if the child needs to be rushed to the ER, if it can wait til morning …)
Anyway, the doctor on call said if she is talking and coherent, moving her eyes and doesn’t seem loopy, not to worry — it’s not a concussion. Music to my ears!
Still, this little incident threw a wrench in my transition-to-big-girl-bed phase. The plan, til now, had been wait til we move and then put her immediately in a twin bed with her new bedding in her new room … you know, hyping it up — making the move special. Every time we go to the “big house” (as she calls it) she likes to go to “MY room,” so it only seemed natural — especially with another baby on the way, to transition her when we move in a couple weeks; there was no sense of urgency … til now.
This morning, when I got out of the shower, Luis was already removing the rail from her crib which converts the crib to a toddler bed. I love my husband for a million reasons, but this is one of them: he’s quick to act, especially if my safety or Maya’s safety is at risk. Maya looked thrilled at what was happening.
She sat down on the “new” bed and told me, with a smile on her face, “I not scared big girl bed.” You go, girl!
Of course, tonight will be the big test. We’ll make sure there are tons of blankets on the floor to “catch” her just in case, but at least now, her fall would only be a couple inches vs a couple feet … (I still shudder at the thought …)
I still would like to put her in the twin once we move but we’ll have to play it by ear. You know what they say about the best-laid plans …
How about you? When was the “right” time to move your kid to their big-kid bed?