Sept. 28, 2010
I took Miss Marvel's crib apart today. I couldn't help but wonder if it would be the last time I used that crib.
When I was pregnant with Miss Marvel, I was fairly sure she wouldn't be our last child. Superman and I were both pretty set on having four kids. Each child would have a playmate, and four's just a nice, round number.
But then things with health insurance changed.
It would now cost $7,000 for me to have another child. That's the deductible for the maternity plans available to us.
I've started to consider taking a page from C. Jane's home birthing book. It's definitely cheaper than the hospital...........
I had to take the crib down because Miss Marvel has figured out how to crawl out of it. She's been getting close for a month or so, crawling up the side and turning her light on and off. But last night she crawled out. Twice. And the mattress was already on the lowest setting.
So we pulled the mattress out of the crib and let her cry it out beside the door last night.
She's my first child to actually crawl out of the crib. Spiderman was forcibly removed from his crib by the arrival of the Hulk. He was about Miss Marvel's age, but hadn't yet honed his skills as an escape artist. And the Hulk was perfectly content to stay in the crib until he was 3 and we decided it was time for him to move up.
Over lunch today, Superman and I put up the spare twin bed we had, then I took the crib apart.
And I tried really hard not to cry.
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