Last night, about 10:20, we heard Cooper SCREAMING from his bedroom. I ran in there expecting to comfort a bad dream but there was something different about the cry...it was seriously a scream. Weird. When I opened the door, my heart stopped. He had half-way fallen out of bed! He was face down with his head between the night stand and the little stool he uses to get up in bed, butt up, and his legs still under the covers. I tried to lift him up and let him catch his breath. He was holding his face as I tried to calm him so I assume he smacked his face on his night stand on the way down. After Justin gave him some Tylenol (we were afraid he'd wake up later with a huge hedache or bruised face/black eye), I wrapped him in a blanket and we rocked. Slowly, his body relaxed as I sang to him and he fell back asleep.
This morning he's fine. Redness on his cheek but no bruising. No headache--he's running around, pumped that there's SO MUCH snow outside! Seeing him face down like that, half-way out of the bed is a vision I will never forget, though. I was literally nauseous for a few minutes because I was so shaken up.
As we rocked, I couldn't help but think about the baby. Who comforts him when he hurts? Does anybody dry his tears or sing to him? Does anybody kiss it and make it better?
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