Last night, Braden woke up around 2am. We decided to go ahead and give him a bottle (he’s teething, and it wasn’t worth letting him cry it out). Becky got up, changed him, and then gave him to me (her responsible husband) while she went to get a bottle. Well, that’s when I messed up.
I thought I was awake, but apparently I wasn’t. Next thing I knew, Braden was on the tile floor screaming. He is not quite as stationary as he was only a few days ago!
After a few minutes of Becky and I panicking and checking him all over, and Braden crying, we determined that all was good. I don’t know how he landed, but apparently he landed well.
I thought I had learned my lesson when Drew took a dive off the bed. I thought I had learned my lesson when Tessa took a dive off the couch. But, now, I have finally learned my lesson (right?!).
Wow, thank God kids are resilient!