Ever since the transition to the big boy bed I've be subconsciously or sometimes consciously waiting, wondering, listening, expecting....... the crash. At first there were pillows along the edge of the bed. Then the reading lounge pillows were moved there when we reorganized for the train tracks after Christmas. Just yesterday, the reading lounge was shoved over a bit so we could open the drawers under his bed fully to store new toys from his birthday. Last night was Brent's weekly dorm duty night. I was studying away as usual.
Then suddenly--- thud, crash, cry! My heart leapt and I knew it had finally happened. I ran in hoping I was wrong. No, he had indeed fallen out onto the carpet, face first missing the nearby bean bag chair by, I kid you not, less than an inch. He was laying there crying in the space between his bed and the lounge pillows not making any effort to get up. So, I calmly picked him up and we rocked and snuggled a bit. Oddly, he was still mostly asleep which I hadn't anticipated. After just a couple minutes he was quiet and I laid him back down. He didn't protest at all, just wanted to make sure he had his sippy cup and that I didn't put the sheets on his feet. Then back to bed and quiet snoozing. Much less dramatic than I had feared and my big, brave boy handled it so very well despite being sick and I'm sure scared. I had visions of never wanting to get in bed again, crazy injuries and sleepless nights. This time it was great to be pleasantly surprised. I love you my brave, strong, endlessly surprising little one.