I remember the day my partner and I transferred our daughter into the toddler bed. We did it earlier than most parents, thanks to a herniated disc in my lower back that made it difficult for me to lift her out of the crib. So we converted her crib into a full-size bed and never looked back. Sure, I had some conflicted feelings about my baby growing up, and I had the same thoughts every mom has when her kid finally sleeps in the “big kid” bed, but I was mostly excited. Oh, and somewhat nervous.
When our daughter was born my partner and I didn’t have very much. We lived in a tiny apartment and didn’t have much money for furniture or decorations, especially since we saved everything we could for a new addition to our family. Everything in my daughter’s nursery was given to us. I'm talking all of the furniture, except her crib and mattress, was used, and her crib was a gift from my grandmother. We made do with what we had, but the nursery was the furthest it could be from the cover of Pottery Barn magazine. So a few years later, when we had just a little more money to spend, I was excited to redecorate her room and get her some new furniture. Plus, she was getting way too big for the crib and she was ready.
When the mattress was delivered and my partner and I finished putting everything together, our daughter jumped right into bed. That night, we read her stories while cuddling in her "big kid" bed and it was pretty awesome. I hear horror stories about kids not being able to sleep in their beds and how "big kid" beds become "party time" for the kids, but that wasn't our experience at all. For us, the transition wasn't at all difficult and one we all embraced. That doesn't mean I didn't have some thoughts, though, including the following: