We have bunk cribs for the twins. It's a wonderful space-saver. It's smaller than a normal crib--I think they call it a mini-crib. The mattress is about the size of a playpen. The crib rails slide up and then over the top of the bed, so that when I'm getting a baby out or putting one in, there's no rail between me and the bed... which also means there is no rail between the bed and the open air!!
It concerned me at first because the older kids can open it, but we taught them not to touch the cribs. Well, today, I woke up to a shrill, sharp cry that could only be one of pain coming from the babies. I jumped out of bed anticipating the worst. (Actually, I was kind of in the morning blur I live in until I have coffee.) I must admit, in the morning, my brain doesn't process well, and while I might have felt that I rushed into their room, I probably really dragged into their room struggling to keep my eyes half open. Kora was carrying Tobias. This is a bad sign, since he's on the top bunk, sleeping about 4.5 feet off the ground. David climbed over the top (which is more than 6 feet tall!), at which time Saja suggested he get out. So he did, leaving the crib open.
He stopped crying almost as soon as I took him. I saw one tear on his eye. No injuries. Not a bloody nose, not a carpet burn, nothing.
The boy probably crawled face-first over the edge. I'm so glad I didn't see it, but I can only imagine how much worse it could have been.
I love Guardian Angels. I believe Tobias' protected him this morning. I hope God assigns us many Guardian Angels, because believe me, they'll be working overtime in our family. We manage to get hurt even in bed.
I'm about the business of raising godly children. So far, God has blessed us with six of them! My husband owns his own business, and I'm fortunate enough to stay at home with the kiddos. If you're looking for deep philosophy on this blog, you're out of luck. If you'd prefer random tales of childhood tomfoolery, stick around!
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