NOW: I feel that every little thing the twins do are milestones. Little things, that they can do now, but they couldn’t do yesterday or the day before. Or even events, like this particular Christmas, is a milestone. It’s not their first obviously, but it’s the first where they kinda really know what’s going on. Every day is different than the day before and I try to listen and watch and appreciate every little thing they learn and do.
BUT. There are some big milestones. Developmental milestones, rite-of-passage type milestones. Like the Potty for example. Big change, right? I got “yelled at” more than once for starting that one too early. I get chastised for trying to make them grow up too quickly. I don’t want them to grow up any faster than they have to, believe me. It’s a Catch-22…..I know this time is going by so fast and I certainly don’t want it to be faster, but at the same time it’s SO exciting to see what they’ll do next.
Anyway, I do have a point here. My point is: BIG-KID BEDS!! DUN DUN DUN!!!!!!!!!
I am having a mild internal struggle right now. I’ve talked about it with multiple people and most of them, including Tim, agree that once a child is climbing out (especially those as smart as my twins), they need to be a big kid bed.
I am agreeing with this and pushing it forward for several reasons:
I am terrified that now that Ariel knows she can get out, she will. She might be too scared to do it for several days….weeks…..months……but why wait until she does it again and gets seriously hurt this time? Right?
We were going to change them into beds in February anyway. I have a week off for mid-winter break and we figured that was a good time….they’d be 2 and a half. So now we’re just moving it up a couple of months. I have a week off for Christmas, so that will work out well too.
We bought guardrails so they won’t fall out, so that will help with the transition.
Now…….there are a few people who are against this whole plan. And who question a lot of my decisions as a parent. And who accuse me of making the twins grow up too fast. And whose job it is to question my decisions because they care. (right?)
Let me just say; yes, we were going to change them over in February, and yes, it’s only a couple months early…..but are we thrilled about it? No. We didn’t really want this thrust upon us at this time. But again, the getting-out of the crib factor weighs in heavily.
Three guesses who is against this plan and vocalizes the concern. My mom and dad. More mom, but that’s because dad is not as vocal about his opinion.
Now, when you grow up with a set of people who help influence your every decision in life and then the time comes where you break out on your own and have your own opinions and decisions about marriage, houses, kids…..it’s hard! I haven’t lived at home in 8 years. And I am comfortable in my own opinions, especially because I do have a husband that I can bounce my ideas off, and who is a little more level-headed than me about big decisions like this so I know, deep down, that if he agrees with me it’s the right decision and we need to do what our gut tells us. But it’s still hard not to take my parents’ opinions into consideration in my own mind. And then I start to doubt myself. And then I start to question if I am making them grow up too fast because I certainly don’t want that.
Phew. That’s a lot of rambling. And a lot I have to remember when the twins are grown up and I’m trying to give my opinions.
Bottom line is; our decision has been made. And it’s what’s best for us. And I’ve consulted multiple co-workers, friends, the internet, and other family members and it’s not like changing them into beds at this point is completely crazy. They are over 2 and if we are concerned about them getting out, we need to do this.
The twins even agree with us. 🙂 I’ve brought it up a couple of times since we made this decision. I like to get them used to the idea of big changes before they happen. I wouldn’t want to just spring this on them. And that’s worked so far; we haven’t had any major drama when it comes to change in the past.
One night, we were in my bed because we always hide under the covers before we brush their teeth and put them in their cribs. I asked them if they wanted a big-kid bed like mommy and daddy’s bed. They were a little hesitant, but said yes.
Yesterday, we were playing and I brought it up again. I asked if they wanted big-kid beds. This time, it was a resounding YES! NOW! I said, you’ll have to say bye bye to the crib and get a big-kid bed in your own room……
Ariel said, “yes, mommy. Big kid bed NOW. BYE BYE CRIB NOW! Need big kid bed in room. 2 blankets. Bring all the guys and music?” (She’s referencing the 8 stuffed animals in her crib, plus her musical seahorse).
I tell her, yes, of course you can have blankets and the guys and the music.
She’s reassured. “Ok Mommy. Now! Bye bye crib!” (she waves to the ceiling).
I am laughing so hard, but I manage to tell her that she at least has to wait until we buy it. 🙂 So, that’s good. For now they’re happy about it at least.
I’ve also convinced Tim that we should let them pick out their own sheets. We’re just going to use the fitted sheet for now I think, and then their loose blankets from their crib. They move around a lot right now while they sleep, and I think having to try and make them face in just one direction with a tucked-in sheet and blanket wouldn’t really work.
I found this suggestion on the internet about letting them pick out the sheets and I think that would be nice. I want to get them each 3 sets because even now sometimes their diapers leak, or Will takes his diaper right off. And when we start nighttime potty training we will definitely be changing sheets often. Originally we were thinking just get 6 unisex ones, because we change Will’s sheets more often, but I like the idea of letting them pick. I said, even if we use all of Will’s sheets up before I do laundry I’ll just stick some of Ariel’s on, who really cares? She might not pick “girlie” ones anyway. (Her favorite color seems to be blue right now….followed by green).
So we’re going to scope out the mattress situation tonight by ourselves. We have convertible cribs but we need bedrails and mattresses. Then tomorrow we will probably go sheet-shopping with the twins.
I think my uncertainty…..brought to light by my parents……all comes down to that Catch-22. I am SO excited to move them into new beds and take them shopping to buy new sheets and have Tim switch them over just after Christmas. It’s so exciting to think about how much they’ve grown and changed in such a short amount of time.
But…….I am so saddened by the fact that my little, once literally teeny-tiny, babies are growing up. I feel like crying, but I don’t know if they are tears of joy or sadness. That’s the definition of Bittersweet I guess. And the definition of Mommyhood/Childhood. This is now.
THEN: Things are kind of blurry when it comes to the time spent in the NICU. The first few days, while I was in the hospital, I went downstairs as much as possible. Actually, even the very first day, after I was “done” visiting (physically, not emotionally) we went back up to my room. Our friends, Leslie and Brian were there. So…back down to the NICU. YAY! I even walked. Behind the wheelchair. At 1 mile/hour.
I just felt like I couldn’t get enough of them. But I knew they needed their rest and so did I. After Brian and Leslie left, Sarah showed up. With Dinner! From Chef’s! Good thing too, because in the process of changing over my room the hospital staff forgot about my dinner. I didn’t even mind that my spaghetti parm was kinda cold. It was the best dinner ever. My sister-in-law is so thoughtful. 🙂
And then of course Sarah wanted to visit the twins. So, down we went again. Each time we would check and see what had happened in the last couple hours while we weren’t there. They wrote down everything. It was really very reassuring because they were obviously keeping very careful watch over my babies.
It was really very calm in the NICU. There was the steady beeping of the monitors, which in itself was reassuring. The lights were dim. There were multiple rocking chairs so you could sit and relax. The nurses were nice and sweet and gentle and so good at explaining everything. They each worked 12-hour shifts, 3 days on and 4 days off. that way they were with the same babies for a 12 hour stretch, which was nice because then they knew what to watch for.
I was feeling much better about this whole situation now that I got to see it for myself. Plus, I was in the hospital for 2 more days. I could just take a little walk down whenever I wanted. Or stay there all day and night if I wanted. They even told me that. And a nurse would take me down if Tim wasn’t there. They didn’t want me to walk by myself yet, but they would get me whenever I wanted and then take me back up. It was nice to be taken care of. That was then.