Brianna has really gotten pretty good about sleeping through the night- until around 4 or 5, nursing, and then going back to sleep. But last night she woke up at 1:30a. I waited to see if she was going to go back to sleep but she didn’t, so I went in. I walked into her room and…… she wasn’t in her crib!!!! She was standing on the floor, next to the rocking chair ottoman! Holy crap! Let me say that again. Standing. On. The. Floor. Not in her crib. On the floor. I had to double check to make sure I’d put the side up. Yep.
I rocked her back to sleep and put her back in her crib, but I couldn’t sleep because I was so worried about how she’d done that. I even woke up Josh so he could worry about it too. bwahahaha.
As it turns out, she’d somehow kicked one of the wood slats and seperated it from the bottom piece of the side. This made the side loose and she could just slide out between the side and the mattress. She’s a pro at climbing up and down on furniture so this must have been no problem for her. I’m just wondering when she did this- did she sleep on the floor last night(did you hear that? The sound of my heart breaking…) or did she climb down when she woke up in the middle of the night?
Either way, my little escape artist scared the c**P out of me when I saw her standing there. Geez.
Oh, Angie. How long did it take you for to get your heart back out of your throat? I don’t know what I would have done to find my little one out of the crib like that. I don’t think I would have slept well after that either. But, I do have a breif similar story to share. My brother awoke one morning to find my neice, still a toddler, naked, sleeping on the floor in the hallway right in front of their bedroom door. A trail of pajamas, toys, etc led back down the hall, but the really scary thing is their bedroom is at the head of a long staircase!
Angels watch over the Little Ones, I am sure of it.
My son’s a climber, a serious climber and has been since 8 months. But, the first time I found him on top of his changing table I almost had a heart attack. He wasn’t even a year old. I put him in his room to play with a gate at the door, the room was completely baby proofed with the exception of the changing table, thank God it was bolted to the wall.
When he was older, one night we found him sound asleep on the floor outside our room, the door was open but he didn’t come in–I cried for hours.
I kept my daughter in one of those full legnth sleepers – the kind with no legs – because my twins used to climb out of everything. I even found one perched on the windowsill one day (can you say heart attack?) he’d climbed up the bookcase and opened the window and was just sitting there (leaning out. Gulp) I got safety latches the same day and installed them in the windows and doors – the twins could get out of their beds, but couldn’t get out of their rooms.
(and I wonder why I have gray hair, lol)