My poor little boy got one of his chunky thighs stuck between the bars of his crib again. He started crying at 7:00. He would give a good wail, and then be quiet. We’ve never opted to rush to him as soon as he started to cry, so I waited a bit. With the on and off crying, I assumed he was falling back to sleep and was just crying because he was tired. So I waited until about 7:30 before I decided to go get him since we have stuff to do today anyway, so if he’s up, he’s up. From across the room I can see he was in a weird diagonal position. He looked at me kind of upside down and smiled like always. I got closer and saw his face was red and soaked with tears. His breathing was shrucking a little. His leg was at a different angle than the rest of his body.
This is maybe the forth time he’s gotten himself stuck like this, and I’ve been learning that if I can move him to a good angle, it makes it less painful for him to get out, but he was so far into a corner that I had to just pull him out. He screamed and wailed. My only reward form these situations is after. He cries and cries, and just drapes on me. No holding on, no looking around, no squirming. He just lays on my me and cries until he feels better. I love that I can make it better.
Behold – the dents in his leg (probably ten minutes later after I pulled him out)
Just hanging out while I take pictures of him…
and already looking over to his toys.
Since the drama of waking up, he has had a big bottle, lots of tickles, a photo shoot, and now he’s playing on the floor. Farting away and just laughing at himself 🙂 Such a boy.
He’s so resilient. I’m so proud of him, and how he bounces back so fast! He is happy as a clam plying toys, while I’m still lagging from waking up at 7:00 am. I’ve got a thing or two to learn from my smarty-pants son.
Awwwww…..poor honey-bun……such a little trooper. I love you guys ♥