Until this week, my daughter had been sleeping on a mattress I know is older than my husband. (At least she was sleeping on it when she wasn’t sleeping on the livingroom couch.)
The old mattress was hard, you could feel the springs, it seemed to tilt down at the head of the bed, and the box springs cover had started to tear away. Sounds awful, but it wasn’t until I spent quite a few nights in the bed during the nights she couldn’t go back to sleep that I began to realize just how uncomfortable her bed was.
First, I looked online to see what type of style she might like. We decided together that a twin or daybed would be perfect for her, since it would open up more space to play in her room. But I still hesitated making a purchase, because I wanted to make sure to get something she would love. Good beds aren’t cheap, so I wanted her choice to be one she would enjoy for several years.
This past weekend, she and I made the furniture row rounds, looking at bedframes, trying out mattresses, comparing styles and colors and prices. And we bought it.
A black, solid-wood daybed with two hot pink, soft mattresses.
I thought this would certainly help her go to sleep at night – and get her off our couch at night.
The day the bed was delivered, we also bought a new hot pink and zebra-striped comforter set, as well as hot pink curtain and body pillow. Everything looked so cute!
What I didn’t foresee was the smell!
The mattresses had a strong chemical smell, perhaps because they had just been unsealed from their protective plastic. It was so bad neither one of us wanted to spend time in her room.
That night, though her room was decked out and comfy, she slept on the couch.