Foot problems...

Look at those feet. They look so innocent and so sweet. Who'da thought they could cause so much drama! Last week at 3:32am (yes-I looked at the clock) I awoke to The Pea's cries coming from her crib. I groaned. I hauled myself out of bed grumbling in my head all the way to her room (ok it's like 5 feet from mine but at 3:32am it feels a lot farther!) You see, she's famous for standing in the corner of her crib crying at all blasted hours of the night just so I will come and put her binkie in her mouth, hand her her woobie (blanket....ya know....Mr. Mom.....? Yeah. Never mind. Anyhoo...), and lay her back down. Really? REALLY!? She can't do that herself? Let me just stop right here and say how much I truly ADORE sleeping! Like, I wait from the minute I get up in the morning to crawl back under those cool refreshing sheets at night to drift off to dreamland....*sigh*.....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz......I'm awake!

So. There I was, 3:32am and grumbling about how she could stick her own darn binkie in her own darn mouth and how big of a pushover I am getting up to do it for her when I discover that one of those sweet little feet is stuck between two of her crib rails. Did I say stuck? I meant S...T...U...C...K! (FYI-Her crib rail is a serious of evenly spaced slats until each end where they narrow considerably. Again. REALLY?!) I tried to gently twist her ankle, the cries intensify. I try to slide her heel back through hoping the toes will follow, the cries turn into screams. I panic. I go back to my room and loudly tell The Hubster that I need him. Now. He awakes with a start, throws off his CPAP mask (for Sleep Apnea) and jumps to his feet with a loud, "I'm up. What's wrong?!" Let me stop again and tell you that The Hubster sleeps deeply. Nothing wakes him up. NOTHING. However, when something startles him out of sleep he's immediately in fix it/on guard/ protection mode. One day I'll do a post just on his sleeping habits and the funny things he's said and done while sleeping or when woken up suddenly....but, back to 3:32am.

So. I quickly explain the situation and he follows the screams down the hall. He twists, he pushes, he examines. I offer to get butter. He seriously contemplates busting out the two slats that are holding our Sweetpea's foot hostage. I offer to get hand soap. Finally he says pick her up and twist her body to the right. I do so and though the screams intensify for a brief second, she is then freed and the crying stops. Victory! Now she was clutching on to me taking ragged, panicky breathes but babbling cheerfully and laughing a little. Yeah laughing. Want to know why? Because now she was wide awake and would be up until 5. I however? Was not amused. Drama, drama, drama....and yes, the other two slept through the whole thing.