Last weekend, Emme moved out of her crib and into a "big girl bed" -- right now, a mattress on the floor. She slept on a mattress on the floor at the cabin, and she seemed to do fine. I also saw her start to be able to lift herself up on the crib rails last week -- not far, but enough to make me wonder how long it was going take her until she could get far enough up to spill over the side. The crib was at it lowest setting, and so it just seemed time.
We went out on Saturday and bought a mattress. We looked at beds, but we've been generally disappointed with the furniture stores in Nashville. I found a bed I like online, and we've ordered it. It's simple, maple, no box springs so it'll be low. It won't be here for a month or more, since it's made to order, but I think it's good that Emme gets plenty of time on the mattress first before we put her in a bed. I ordered her some fun, colorful sheets and a quilt that will look cute in the room but also in less baby-like room. I think it will look good once it's all put together.
Emme was excited to lay on her new bed -- and Oliver to jump on it. We've been latching her in the room so far to keep Oliver from releasing her early in the morning. We're worried he'll come downstairs without locking the gate, and Emme will come tumbling after. She has had several nights now of screaming at night -- sometimes when she's put to bed, other times (and more often) after she's been asleep for a few hours or more. Last night, she woke up around 3am after a peaceful night up to that point. I have to lie down with her for a few minutes, and then she's fine for the rest of the night. I can't entirely figure out what's causing it, but for now, going to her seems to be the thing to do.
Watching Wes take apart the crib to store it made me think back to the first time it was ever assembled. It caused a little pang -- in my heart and maybe a little in my uterus. But mostly, it was exciting to see my baby girl in her big girl bed.
