After a few months back in her crib, Adair finally agreed to move to her big girl bed. After some discussion, we decided to go for it without side rails. She did great the first night and over the next week she only fell out a couple of times. I really thought she was getting the hang of staying away from the edges...until this morning.
At 6 a.m. Hank and I woke up to Adair saying, "Mommy, there's something on my pillow." from the top of the stairs. (This cheerful little voice usually greets us with, "Mommy, Daddy, the sun's up!", so this comment was certainly out of the ordinary.) I jump out of bed and head upstairs. When I get to her room Adair showed me her pillow and I thought "hum, that looks like blood". Not having taken a very good look at Adair, I was puzzled...then I look at her face and her mouth is covered in dried blood. Upon further investigation Hank and I discovered a huge gash in her cheek and more blood on the floor, her pajamas, lovies, sheets, etc.. Apparently, she fell out of the bed in the middle of the night and bit the inside of her cheek.
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