Elena moved into a “big girl bed” early December. Brian built the frame then took the boards out of her crib for the bottom and used her crib mattress. Voila. Adorable and versatile. He’ll take out the end piece when she needs a longer bed and just extend it. [My husband's a genius. But, we all knew that a long time ago, right?] She has not fallen out of her bed and it’s really low to the ground, so I’m not horribly concerned about her getting hurt. I do have a blanket next to her just in case since our upstairs floor is still plywood.
Around 1:30 this morning, though, something happened. To be honest, we’re not sure exactly what.
My perspective: I heard a thunk, then Elena screaming. Then more thunks, Brian is out of bed, Elena is wailing… So, naturally, I started to scream. I screamed like somebody had come to kill us in our sleep, ran around the bed, and finally managed words – “What happened?! What’s wrong with Elena?! Is she okay?! What’s going on?!” And I turned the light on.
Brian’s perspective: Something roused him, he jumped out of bed without thinking, and realized something was at his feet. Then, he started coming to and realized the “thing” at his feet was actually his daughter! He didn’t want to step on her, lost his balance, and fell into the closet wall – the whole time with Elena and myself screaming and crying.
What we’ve pieced together: Either Elena fell out of bed and her crying woke Brian up, which in turn woke me up (the initial thunk I heard being her falling out of bed). Or, she was sleepwalking and when she finally came to, she fell (the thunk) and began crying. Or, she had crawled out of bed and was sleeping on the floor, then woke up and realized where she was and the thunk I heard was Brian jumping out of bed. We’re leaning towards #2 because tonight, she actually did sleepwalk! It was a little creepy. We’re watching her sleep and we notice she’s just tossing and turning constantly, but she’s sound asleep. Then, all of a sudden, she gets out of bed, very carefully, and goes over to her books that are stacked near her bed. Brian’s standing right near her, but we decided not to say anything to her. She looked at her books, then turned around and began to walk away and then it was like a switch went on and BAM she fell and began screaming. Eery. So, Brian’s theory is that she got out of bed and poked him in the face like she always does, then fell when she finally woke up.
We’ll never know.
But, Brian did fall into the corner of the closet wall. He sliced open his hand pretty deep (it’s been bleeding all day) and he sliced open his head. So, not only did we have crying, scared baby and shaking Mommy, we had a bleeding Daddy who wasn’t completely sure why he was bleeding! Needless to say, we didn’t get much sleep last night. I managed to fall asleep closer to 4; Brian said he and Elena didn’t fall asleep until more like 4:30.
