Shortly after I gave birth, we decided it was time to put the toddler rails up in Dean’s crib. And by “decided”, I mean, “we needed to or else he was going to climb over and kill himself”. I wasn’t a fan of it because it was a great method to keep him contained but he just wasn’t having it after Dahlia was born. That’s a whole other tale of how much he regressed behaviorally after she was born, but the short version is that putting him to sleep meant massive screaming on his part until I figured out that if I just stayed in his room until he passed out, it was much better for everyone.
“Everyone” = me.
After a few attempts to climb out and my fear of my c-section wound busting open, splattering my intestines on my new carpet, we put the toddler rails up. Most cribs these days come with a little mini-rail that you can swap out for one side of the crib to extend its use.
Around the same time, we temporarily put our old queen bed on the floor in his room until trash day. My son went ape sh*t for it. He LOVED it. Somehow this morphed into him sleeping on an old queen mattress with old cat pee stains despite having a perfectly good toddler bed.
To wrap up what is already an incredibly boring story, I bought him a platform bed and a full size mattress. No box spring because the bed didn’t need it and we were in “we just bought a new house, have a new baby, and on maternity-leave pay” mode. I got him the Cafekids Lucas Bed from Costco, since it was free setup and delivery. Fabulous purchase, the quality is amazing…I called them with a small issue I had and they immediately overnighted me a brand new piece. This thing is solid as a rock, no particleboard anywhere.
New problem: guardrails. I had gotten an older set from my brother but it seems that you need a large flat surface to lay them on (i.e. a boxspring). We had to position the guardrail bars under the mattress perfectly on the platform bed’s slats.
This worked for a few months until recently, one of them broke. I had slept in his bed that night because he gets night terrors and being next to him stops the hours-long meltdown that ensues (not ideal for two working parents. Or anyone with a pulse who enjoys sleep.) He was sleeping like a madman, writhing around, suddenly I heard a loud BANG from the plastic cracking. He then rolled down the broken guard rail like a grassy hill. And stayed asleep on the carpet.
I couldn’t get a replacement guardrail to match the other side, which thus meant that I had to buy TWO new guardrails since they connect. Not too stoked about that. But then I figured out a hack to keep the guardrail posts connected to the platform bed without needing to connect to each other (and without needing a boxspring): zip ties!
I simply attached each guardrail post to a slat on the bed.
Now I don’t need to worry about paying for two guardrails or that one’s going to slide off.