So the last 3 days have been anything but fun in the Norton household. Megan's sickness Sunday night and Monday continued on into Tuesday with occasional throwing up ("I'm throwing down mommy! Not up!" --proud that she wasn't heaving anymore). I had felt myself getting a little sick Sunday night. On Monday I was too distracted with Megan and being a little under the weather myself realized at the end of the day that I hadn't eaten anything all day.
Tuesday things hit the fan. Megan was still sick and just wanting to sleep 24/7, and I suddenly found myself unable to even sit up without feeling totally faint. Walking was pretty much out of the question. Miraculously Robby has remained healthy, and on Tuesday he was really well behaved and actually just sat in the living room and played while Megan and I lay semi-conscious on the couch. He didn't play very neatly, however.
When Mike got home around 5 he came home to a disaster area. It took him 3 hours to get the living room and dining room back in order (but he also did a very nice deep-clean and 4 loads of laundry, too), all the while I took like my third bath of the day (my back was causing me a ton of pain, I was nauseous, feverish, etc.) and ended up falling asleep in my room while trying to get dressed.
That night I was beginning to feel a bit better, thanks to pushing fluids and food (against the advice of my stomach). I fell asleep rather uncomfortably, and at around 1:30 a crabby Megan crawled into bed with me. My back was still killing me, so I was not able to sleep well with her there, but I also had no strength to get up and move her (she probably would've freaked if I had anyway). When morning came, I felt about 50% recovered.
And then, as I lay there half awake, Megan sleeping next to me, Mike probably huddled in front of the heater vent eating cereal, I heard it. The quietude of the morning was instantly disrupted by a loud THUMP. Silence followed, but I knew instantly what it was. It was a sound I had been waiting to hear for a long time. I flew out of bed and arrived about the same time as Mike did into the kids' room, where Robby was laying on the floor-- still winding up for the mother of all screams.
Yes, that's right my friends. The boy did what the girl never had (of course, the girl never had anybody to show her that it COULD be done). He attempted to get out of his crib on his own, and did NOT stick the dismount. I'm not sure which method he used, whether it be the "leg over the rail" or the "lean over until the weight on one side is greater than the weight on the other." Whichever it was, he was successful. He was totally fine, not even a bruise to show from it. I hope he won't try it again, and this can just be his hard lesson learned. But you never know with these little guys. I'm just not ready to have him unconfined yet!
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I've been fearing this with Jay lately! I don't want him unconfined either but I'm afraid he'll climb out of his crib and hurt himself. He's got a tall crib! It's a long fall! He's slept a few nights in his toddler bed alright but... if he's awake enough he sneaks out. Not good! I don't know what to do with the kid, he's a good climber and not trustworthy!
Robby could never open his bedroom door by himself. I can hardly open his bedroom door! Brittany should try the doorknob covers meant for keeping children OUT of places you don't want them to be. These also keep them IN rooms you don't want them out of. You have to pinch them to get the door open. That's how I was able to keep Michele confined to her room once she was out of her crib. If she could get out of the room, she wouldn't sleep.
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