Keeping the crib side rail in the lowered position lasted only one day. It got too dangerous because a sleepy, wobbly Trixie was still inclined to stand up and grab for the railing, even though it no longer came up to her chest-level. Instead it cut her off at the knees, acting like a well-designed tripwire. To keep Trixie from catapulting herself onto the floor every time she stood up, we had to take the side completely off. She’s free.
Since we can no longer secure her in the “toddler bed”, we had to fall back to the next defensible position. We bought a door gate last night and have cordoned off her room. This line must hold. It also means that we have conceded that territory. She could spend hours exploring in there in the middle of night (if done quietly) and we’d never know. So, we finally had to baby-proof the room.
Now, I’ve told Jenn for 17 months that I would baby-proof the house, but I never really intended to because it just seemed like a lot of work. I’ve opted instead to actually watch the kid and intervene only when she tries to pry open the bleach with a kitchen knife. However, now that Trixie really, really has her own room, we went through and plugged the outlets, secured the electrical cords, installed toilet seat clamps on everything. You know, the works.
Tonight is her first night sleeping in there. Getting her to go to bed took a little extra work, but after hanging on the gate and howling for fifteen minutes she eventually wandered back over to the bed and crawled in. I was thankful when she finally fell asleep. It’s a little disconcerting to have her creeping around the room in the dark, knocking things over and running into stuff. It sounds too much like something is loose in there, just waiting for the rest of us to go asleep.