What a weird day! I laid Jackson down for his nap after storytime at the library. He was tired and had eaten, so I knew he'd fall asleep easily. Except he didn't. I grabbed a quick bite downstairs, sans baby monitor since he usually sleeps for a couple of hours. Didn't think anything of it. Then I came upstairs to do some laundry. I heard his door faintly bumping and assumed the fan was causing a draft and the latch was hitting the door jam. So, I thought I'd peek to make sure he was asleep and pull the door closed so it would quit making noise.
Imagine my shock when I opened the door and found my son standing on the other side of it, gently opening and closing it!!! My first thought was, "Huh." Then it clicked. HE GOT OUT!!! At that point, my heart was in my throat. I checked him over and noticed no bruising or blood. And he was happy as a lark. So we went downstairs and played, with me unsure whether he'd ever been to sleep or not. He acted like everything was great and he was wide awake. (I did tell him he was not supposed to crawl out of his crib, but rather to just say "Up" and one of us would come get him.)
He helped me vacuum. I gave him some milk. He indicated he was hungry so I sat him in his high chair and gave him a frozen Greek yogurt popsicle. (He LOVES those things!) Knowing he was content and safe, I ran upstairs for a couple of minutes. When I came back down, my previous question was answered. No, he did not fall asleep at all when I laid him down earlier. How did I know? Because he fell asleep in his high chair (but not until he ate his popsicle.) I wiped him down, carried him up, and tucked him in bed. I was very conscientious to have the monitor on, turned up loud, and on my person at all times.
Good thing, too. As soon as I heard him stirring, I quickly went upstairs, hoping to prevent an escape. I slowly opened the door. What did I see? His arm, head, and one leg straddling the side of the crib, halfway over, ready to drop. He saw me, sat back down in his crib, and smiled. I explained again that he was not supposed to crawl out or attempt to get out by himself.
Bedtime comes. I've gone to a workout class and have warned darling hubby to be aware of the possibility. Sure enough, Lino tells me shortly after he put Jackson to bed, he hears a very loud thud. He gets upstairs and finds Jackson outside his crib, rubbing his arm. He puts him back, firmly tells him to not climb, and begins to walk away. The next thing he knows, Jackson is straddling the crib rail. Evidently, his philosophy is not one of finesse. He gets halfway over and fearlessly drops the rest of the way, hoping for the best! Lino finally stands by the door with it mostly closed, opening it and chiding Jackson when he begins to climb. After a few minutes, Jackson lays down and goes to sleep.
It will be interesting to see what the morning brings. It will be interesting to see what the next few days bring. Is this a passing novelty for him or is he going to forever refuse to be confined to a crib anymore? Do I just put his mattress on the floor, get him a toddler bed, or just put him in a big bed with a crib rail? I don't have the foggiest idea what I'll do!
But I do know one thing. My baby's not a baby anymore.
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