Oh No!

The first traumatic experience with Jack and the scariest moment of my life happened this morning. I am being a little dramatic in that first sentence. It might not have been the scariest moment of my life, but it defiantly ranks number one on the list for the worst things that can happen to Jack. Bless his sweet heart…
Jack and I had a wonderful morning. Brian was able to stay home from work on Friday, and this always makes Jack so happy and is an extra bonus for us all. As Brian was getting into the shower, I laid Jack down for his morning nap. I began to make up the bed, plug up cell phones to charge, and clean up the morning’s mess. I was standing in the bedroom, pulling the sheet to the head of the bed when all of a sudden, THUD! It sounded like an iron had been dropped on our floor. I knew instantly what had happened. There was no sound from Jack’s room.
Now, let me just say that Jack has learned, in the past week, how to pull himself up to his knees. He isn’t quite sure how to get to his feet yet, but he relentlessly tries to stand. I noticed this morning, when I came in to get him up, that he was squatted on his knees and holding on to the crib railing and rocking back and forth. He was just doing his thing and having a good time. I should have known then…
I quickly run to Jack’s room and open the door to find my baby sprawled out on the floor trying to catch his breath. I walked in and Jack let out the biggest scream I have ever heard his little lungs produce. Jack had fallen out of his crib. My first reaction was to sooth him, because I knew he had no clue what had happened, so I gathered his little baby body up and we rocked in our favorite chair. He screamed. It took about thirty seconds of us rocking before I busted out into tears. As I said before, Brian was in the shower at the time and had no clue the ordeal Jack had just experienced. Oh, his fall broke my heart. It crumbled my heart. It is such a long fall for such a little person; I just can not imagine how scary it must have been for him. Within five or six minutes, the child was fine. I on the other hand, was still trying to gather my emotions, wipe tears, and catch my breathe. I felt like a terrible mother. The railing to the crib was up too. Of course, I played it over and over in my head what could have happened and came to the conclusion that he pulled himself up to his knees and noticed that Mr. Bear’s leg was hanging out the side of the crib. Jack, trying to rescue the bear, must have bent over the crib to grab Mr. Bear’s foot and toppled over the side of the crib. I think he landed on his back and had the wind knocked out of him. (Hence the silence after the thud) By the time I arrived, my sweet baby was finally able to scream. It was terrifying. He is tough though and doing just fine. He probably doesn’t even remember his big fall. I will not forget it. The crib mattress is now safely resting on the lowest level. I made Brian take care of that right away. We are so thankful that he did not get hurt.