#1's crib is an important thing in our life. I love that I can put her in it and leave the room, letting her soothe herself to sleep (something she is getting really good at), and know that she is safe.
About 10 days ago, we had my family reunion, then I had a friend stay with us. All of that time really threw off #1's schedule, so she's been struggling with the whole putting herself to sleep thing. Tonight, however, she went down very nicely.
Then, about half an hour after she fell asleep, she started crying again. That's never happened before. But the neighbors downstairs just slammed the door. I bet that was it. I hate hearing her cry, but I knew it would only be for a minute.
Then her cry turned into a whimper. It was the saddest thing in the world. I tried to be strong, I really did, but I just had to go give her a hug and tell her that I loved her. Hod put her to bed tonight, and I am so grateful for his help, but I've found it makes it harder for me if she starts to cry. So, I tell myself, "Man up, Paily! It's all good!"
The self talk didn't work. I went in to give her a hug. As I picked her up, I discovered that I couldn't. Her foot was stuck between the crib and the wall! She was whimpering, and reaching for me, and I couldn't reach her, and I couldn't get her foot to turn, it was so sad! Then I remembered that the crib is on wheels. I pulled it away from the wall and was able to save my daughter!
She's no worse for the wear. Her ankle still moves and she doesn't even act like it bothers her!
But now I feel like the worst mommy in the world.