Want to know why mommy is so foggy today? Because someone figured out how to climb over the gate to his bedroom, and came bounding into his parents’ room — scaring the sh*t out of them — at 2 a.m. I didn’t hear a thing on the monitor. The kid is like a ninja.
So what could I do? I couldn’t put LM back in his room, knowing that he couldn’t be contained in there. It was lucky he chose to come into our room instead of one of the other rooms upstairs — or instead of trying to climb over the gate at the top of the stairs (hmm, maybe we should remove that in case he figures out how to climb over it, too?).
LM can open the doorknobs on our doors unless they have a child lock on them, which his bedroom doesn’t (yet). Foggy Daddy thinks it would be cruel to close his bedroom door, effectively “locking him in.” I suppose that does conjure up images of neglected children in some Dickensian novel or Jane Eyre or maybe even Harry Potter being locked in his cupboard under the stairs. But if it’s the safest thing for it, doesn’t that make it OK? Let me know if I’m in the wrong here, but I don’t see much difference between that and his gate — both are supposed to keep him from escaping.
Because I can just see him making his way down the stairs. Someone has left the gate at the bottom open too (not that it’s much of an obstacle for him anymore). Someone has also forgotten to close the child lock on the door to the mudroom. And because you’re not supposed to put child locks on an outside door (not sure why — fire hazard?), LM makes his way outside on some freezing winter night.
I wouldn’t put it past him.
There are other hazards inside the house, too. The hallway on the second floor has a half-wall overlooking the staircase that LM has tried to pull himself up on. That freaked me out. We have all the furniture in his bedroom and the family room bolted to the wall, but the spare bedrooms are less child-proofed. I bought child locks thinking we could just shut those doors, but then LM might be more tempted by the stairs, which is the bigger danger, I think.
We are in an in-between stage of LM’s life where he doesn’t understand danger but is very much capable of getting himself into it. I try to teach him what is and what is not OK to do, but I don’t want to gamble his life on his following those directives when I’m not around.
This child is terrifying me.
So last night after he made his way into our room and I realized his was no longer safe, he came in bed with us — although he wasn’t much interested in sleeping. He nursed constantly, an annoying toddler nursing that involved him constantly switching from side to side and contorting in weird ways and twiddling. Dear God, the twiddling. In so many ways I want LM not to grow up, to stay a baby. And although I will miss nursing, his constant grabbing, his dire need for it, the tantrums he throws when he doesn’t get it make me think I really might be OK if he wanted to stop.
But middle-of-the-night nursing is not the norm anymore — this was really a one-time thing. Still, I didn’t get much sleep, leading to a very foggy day indeed for me.
As the fog in my brain finally lifts (at least a little), I wonder, what am I going to do tonight with our little climber?
Moms of climbers, how do you handle the challenge?