First fall

On March 28th, 2007, my baby fell out of my bed. This is what happened.

I cradled her with blanket and pillows and started dressing myself up right by her side, so you see that I was not planning to leave her alone. Then the wonderful daddy called in. First for the good news of the one-year contract with the newspaper, then asking me to find his wallet in the long coat hanging in the closet in the doorway. So I came out, found the wallet, took the card he needed and read the number to him. While I was reading, the little one was also making noise, the normal I-am-stuck noise. I did not take that alert at first. After finishing reading that card number and putting it back into the wallet, I went inside the bedroom and saw no one in bed. She was still making noise but apparently she was not on the floor by the side of the bed. That left the space between bed and the wall the only place she could be at. I got there and saw her lying on the soft surface of the big pillow that God-knows-when I put there, still making that noise. I picked her up, she immediately put on that cute smile for me.

Then on the safe side, I checked her body, arms, hands and legs, looking all over for unusual spots, gently squeezing for fracture. The good news is that I found nothing unusual. Ha-Li-Lu-Ya!