The Fall That Wasn't

So, ever since Reeves fell out of his crib. My nighttime/morning motherly senses have been on high alert. Every time I hear a noise from his room, I jump. Even though there is a nice thick layer of pillows below his rail, I am still worried that he may hurt himself if he falls. Well, so far, so safe. He has not climbed out again and has, for the most part, been sleeping soundly through the night again. But there was an incident Saturday night/Sunday ungodly morning hours. Bryant somehow managed to get up without waking me. However, he wasn't so quiet at closing the bathroom door. Well, right as I heard that, I also heard Reeves cry. A thud and crying. After Friday morning, that combination of noises meant only one thing to me. Waking from a dead sleep, I was not able to distinguish the closing of a door from a fall to the floor, so I immediately jumped up and ran to the nursery, assuming that Reeves had fallen again and was on the floor crying. Nope. If I had just left him, he probably would have fallen right back asleep. Oh, Unlucky! Needless to say, Sunday started much earlier than we had wanted. Amazingly, even after waking so early, he had one of his worst nap days. It truly is amazing how wonderful a schedule is for children - and for parents!