Two nights ago we went to bed.
I hear sad little coughs for a long time coming from Harper’s room, it made me sad.
So I go get here and decide she’s sleeping with the Mommy and the Daddy tonight!
She goes to sleep pretty immediately
Fast forward to 3:45am.
I don’t know what woke me up it was either her crying or John asking me “where is the baby at?!?!?!?!”
What the F do you mean where is the baby, I feel around the bed starting to freak out. WHERE THE F IS THE BABY????
Then I go check the side of my bed thinking I’d pushed her off somehow. No baby.
The situation escalates.
John informs me that she is UNDERNEATH THE FREAKING BED.
Lights come on and it’s confirmed, she is indeed under the bed crying.
Then we realize we don’t know how to get to her and get her out.
Finally we shimmy her out, almost knocking a table lamp over in the process, laid her back down, and she was fine.
Apparently when she went to bed with us, she smooshed herself against our headboard, fell asleep, turned into the consistency of mashed potatoes, and slid through the crack of the head board!!!!!
I get it. Only put kids in sleeping areas approved for them to be in. Lesson learned.
But seriously, look at the crack she feel through!!!
I had to give you the hand to compare said crack to!
Is she part slug?
She looked super tired the whole next day and I kept saying “I’m sorry kitty, you’re tired because Mommy and Daddy put you under the bed to sleep”!!
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