dive bomb nap time

i should have known when i read the article in 'parents' magazine. the worst offenses of safety that you probably do in your house. i read it, knowing that a few of the things i did in fact do, but in my heart knowing that i had good reasons for it. feeling justified for it.

we're sick...surprise surprise. poor alaythia has the worst go of it because she can't get any medicated help. so we try to do all we can to help her...other ways. a couple nights ago we put a pillow under her crib mattress to help her with her coughing, we have a humidifier going non-stop.

it was a typical nap time with the kids going crazy. they talk, laugh, pound on the walls, the crib. i find an activity to do upstairs, then once an appropriate amount of time goes by, i go back in and calm them down. they fall to sleep.

yesterday i cleaned the bathroom, put all the laundry away...and i had been in the room 4 times with no sign of calming down. feeling frustrated i walked downstairs to continue in my nap time activities. thinking that they were just going to have to duke it out on their own.

that's when i heard isaiah's voice. 'mama!? mama!?' i hadn't experienced this yet, that knowing-something's-wrong-by-the-sound-of-your-child's-voice thing. i've seen my own mother, and other mothers' react to it, but not me. until yesterday. adrenaline hit and i flew up the stairs. i burst in to my kids room to find alaythia on all fours...on the rocking chair.

what a strange feeling to know your put your baby in their crib, and then see them outside of it...with no help from you.

per isaiah, apparently she went hands first, then head. at least she has the smarts to aim for the rocker. she is fearless...i've said it before. my dare devil daughter is giving me a run for my money. and needless to say she has no more pillow..or bumper pads...or stuffed animals.