Back in August I wrote about how I don't get to sleep anymore because MF's not a huge fan of sleep... Not much has changed but I figured I should update on the floor bed thing because I've become the most trusted authority in all things floor bed.*
*from an undisclosed source
I should also remention (which according to dictionary.com is actually a word) that MF is out of a floor bed and is in a super crazy low bed, so it's pretty much the same.
I will say a floor bed can be a pain in the ass. I think it all depends on the kid, and since MF is a little me, there have been a few pain in the ass times.
It really deals with the fact that he can get out whenever, which is the point, although it also means that he can escape.
jail him up keep him safe we put a baby gate up at his door. I mentioned all this before but since I never read my blog I can't assume you do... Except for this particular post which you're currently reading.
Short story is MF loves his room, loves his bed, feels real comfortable in his space and feels quite independent... In a good way not in a roach falling on his head / going out in the middle of the night way.
And we love all this too.
But it's been super tough also.
Nerve racking racking at first... Worrying that he'd fall off and smother himself or break his neck... This was before he could even roll. Then we worried when we'd find him all over his room when we went in to wake him, although we knew from friends that we should expect that.
Then it was awesome... We'd hear him playing with his toys when he woke up. He'd play for up to a half hour when he woke before he cried for us to get him.
Next... More hell... He became a booby trap that hears any noise that passes. But that's not as much as a flor bed thing as the deal that he's best with his door open vs closed. Door open works best.
This is where the floor bed gets tricky. If he was in a crib he'd cry as we pass and he'd be confined so we wouldn't have to see his cute little face, crying behind the bars of a baby gate, as we walk by his open door. And it sucks seeing him there... So I often find myself hiding on my way to our room until he stops stirring.
Last night I hid in the bathroom for 15 minutes as he waited for me to leave.
It was a classic standoff. Me inside the bathroom, lights off, just on the other side of the door listening for him. He, right at the gate, waiting for me to make my move. I could hear a little clank of the gate as he waited. I swear the kid has some kind of infrared vision. He had seen the light go on under the door but it was off for 15 minutes... And he knew every time I reached to the door.
So there are definite cons to the floor bed... But I think the pros outweigh them.
And hearing him wake in the morning, and play with his little toolbox for twenty minutes before calling out for us to get him, is one of those times I remember it's worth it.
Moral of the sotry: I think I overuse commas