It’s More Than a Crib Once It’s Held Your Babies

It’s just a piece of furniture. Maybe. But to a mom who has laid three babies down in it over seven years, it is so much more. It’s everything.

I remember the day I found out I was pregnant with my first child, I didn’t know yet what we were having, but I knew I could start planning the nursery. I didn’t want to paint yet . . . until we knew. So we started looking at furniture, the chair you would be rocked in, the books to adorn your ever-growing collection, the dresser to house the ridiculous amount of clothes I for sure would be buying, and lastly, your crib. The crib didn’t seem as important at that time, but oh, was it ever.

Your furniture started to arrive and Daddy quickly started to assemble it all. We found out soon after that you were a boy, and the themed room began. We decorated your room and of course your crib. Soon you were here, and after your first birthday, you grew to hate that crib and climbed out of it most nights. We decided to find a bed set for you so you wouldn’t get hurt. Soon after, we found out you were going to be a big brother and that crib would go on to a new baby. The crib moved again and was themed differently with the room for a new baby.

Your brother arrived months later and moved into that crib not long after. Now, he loved that crib, would lie there and never cry, loved naps and never fought bedtimes. He didn’t enjoy being rocked as long as you and loved being laid down in his crib to play until he fell asleep. And never once did he try to climb out. A little more than two years later, another baby was coming, and we had to move #2 to a big boy bed. It didn’t go as well, but he managed. We found out another baby boy—our last—was on his way.

That crib again moved to another room to be made up for the new baby. Another theme was done and another baby moved into that crib. Shortly after his second birthday, he decided he too was done with the crib and began climbing out, so another bed was brought in.

And that crib, it sat there while I decided what to do with it. Store it, sell it, give it away? All answers seemed wrong because if I answered any of those questions it was the same conclusion . . . I was done having babies and done putting them in that crib.

It meant no more late-night bottles in that chair and laying you guys down in that crib. No more naps, happy giggles in the morning, no more hearing classical music come from your sound machines. That crib housed three baby boys over seven years, and just like that I was done.

So, I disassembled the crib and decided to sell it. Very soon after, a young mom asked if it was for sale since she was expecting. Knowing someone was going to use the crib that held all my babies made the decision to let it go a little easier.

Maybe to some, it’s just a piece of furniture, but for me, it’s the place I laid my boys down every single night and the place I ran to every morning when they awoke. To me, it means so much more.