This is the loft bed that we bought Beatrice for Christmas.
We may not have measured the height before we bought it. It is very…lofty.
After Tony assembled the bed on Christmas Eve, we looked at it with some dismay. It was much higher than we had thought it would be. Beatrice really doesn’t have any space to play up there, or even to sit up in bed if she wants to read.
There was nothing we could do about it on December 24th, and so we decided to see how she liked the bed when she saw it Christmas morning, with the idea that we would explain to her that if she wasn’t happy, we would happily return it and buy her one that she loved.
Christmas morning, after the presents under the tree had been opened, we sent her up to her room to “open” her last gift. When she went into her bedroom, there were a lot of squeals of delight. She was thrilled.
Beatrice is adamant that she loves her new bed and that she wants to keep it. I think that we should return it and get something lower. I am pretty sure that the novelty of this bed will wear off, and that she would be much happier in a bed that she can sit up in; somewhere where she can sit comfortably and play with her stuffed animals, and even invite a friend up for giggles and fun.
The practical mother in me also knows that I won’t be able to change the sheets on this bed and that I will make Tony do it every time. Even with a chair I can’t arrange the blankets very well up there, and the thought of climbing all the way up makes me feel claustrophobic.
Tucking her in at night, I stand on a chair, and I can only reach to kiss her good night when she leans over the rail for me. If she needs a cuddle in the night, I won’t be able to climb in with her anymore.
Even worse is the thought of her falling off a high rung in the middle of the night as she makes her sleepy way to the bathroom. I know she doesn’t wake up properly because she did in fact get out of her sister’s bottom bunk on Christmas Eve and walk right past Tony while he was in the middle of assembling the bed. She never noticed or remembered that she had seen her biggest present, even when we asked her about it the next morning.
Also? Middle of the night stomach bugs. You know what I’m talking about.
So even though the idea of disassembling and returning the bed gives me a giant headache, I think we will be doing some bed shopping during this winter break, and with luck we will find something that she loves even more.
What do you think? What would you do?