With a newly-arrived second child and three bedrooms in our house,
late last year we had to do the ritual all parents of more than one
dread – making way for the new baby and moving the soon-to-be sibling
to a big kid bed.
I'd resisted moving my daughter out of her
crib long after many of her friends had done so, because she likes to
be on the move and I thought no way in hell would she stay in a real
bed. I declared I would keep her in the crib until college if I could,
but the twin realizations that 1) she was getting so tall that the next
growth spurt would render her out of room in there and 2) that baby I
felt flipping around in my belly would be out soon and need a place to
sleep caused me to suck it up and get her big girl room ready.
And surprisingly, it was fine. So I read
this column in Newsday with a certain "there but for the grace of God go I" interest.
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