Ryan had a big adventure last night.
But, backtracking a little, the eczema on his face was flaring up last night, so before we went to sleep, we applied some cortisone to his face and bound his arms with a swaddle cloth. The cloth is folded in a long strip and placed under his back. Then the ends goes around his arms and are tucked in again under his back so his body helps to keep the cloth in place. Recently though he has been getting pretty good at escaping --- if he arches his back to lift his weight off the cloth and if he yanks his arms out at the same time, he can pull himself free. Apparently, that was what he did.
I woke up sometime around dawn to his crying and got off the bed to attend to him. Luckily I opened my eyes instead of stepping out blindly. When I sat up opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Ryan, on the floor beside our bed! He was lying on his back and bawling away, arms held out in his 'pick me up!!' position.
His crib is located on the other side of the room and there's a tall shelf in the middle of the room, as a room divider. To get to our bed, he would have had to free his arms from the swaddle cloth and his blanket (which was tucked in around him), push himself off his crib (which was about 40cm off the floor), and somehow crawl and make his way around the shelf to our bed (perhaps about 2m in total distance).
Most amazingly, he hasn't learned how to crawl yet. Not even an inch. He isn't even good at turning himself over. So how the heck did he get all the way from his crib to our bed?!?
Maybe the monster-under-his-crib carried him over... *cue dramatic music*
He must have squirmed a lot since the top few snaps on his sleeper were opened and his left arm had slipped out. Plus, he must have spend quite a bit of time on the floor since he was pretty cold. After picking him up, I fed him and tucked him into bed with us. It would have been too cruel to put him back in his crib after his monumental effort. When I tucked him in between our pillows (so we can't roll onto his head), while half-asleep, he immediately spread his arms out in an 'X' position. It was obvious he hates to have his arms bound...
We had joked about his stubbornness, but last night's Big Escape puts that trait in an entirely new dimension.
But, backtracking a little, the eczema on his face was flaring up last night, so before we went to sleep, we applied some cortisone to his face and bound his arms with a swaddle cloth. The cloth is folded in a long strip and placed under his back. Then the ends goes around his arms and are tucked in again under his back so his body helps to keep the cloth in place. Recently though he has been getting pretty good at escaping --- if he arches his back to lift his weight off the cloth and if he yanks his arms out at the same time, he can pull himself free. Apparently, that was what he did.
I woke up sometime around dawn to his crying and got off the bed to attend to him. Luckily I opened my eyes instead of stepping out blindly. When I sat up opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Ryan, on the floor beside our bed! He was lying on his back and bawling away, arms held out in his 'pick me up!!' position.
His crib is located on the other side of the room and there's a tall shelf in the middle of the room, as a room divider. To get to our bed, he would have had to free his arms from the swaddle cloth and his blanket (which was tucked in around him), push himself off his crib (which was about 40cm off the floor), and somehow crawl and make his way around the shelf to our bed (perhaps about 2m in total distance).
Most amazingly, he hasn't learned how to crawl yet. Not even an inch. He isn't even good at turning himself over. So how the heck did he get all the way from his crib to our bed?!?
Maybe the monster-under-his-crib carried him over... *cue dramatic music*
He must have squirmed a lot since the top few snaps on his sleeper were opened and his left arm had slipped out. Plus, he must have spend quite a bit of time on the floor since he was pretty cold. After picking him up, I fed him and tucked him into bed with us. It would have been too cruel to put him back in his crib after his monumental effort. When I tucked him in between our pillows (so we can't roll onto his head), while half-asleep, he immediately spread his arms out in an 'X' position. It was obvious he hates to have his arms bound...
We had joked about his stubbornness, but last night's Big Escape puts that trait in an entirely new dimension.
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