I was sitting at my computer typing my nice little post about the park and chatting with Patrick. I had let the dogs outside and Brenden was napping. Then he started to cry. I know that it is a lot easier to let the dogs in and feed them without Brenden underfoot so I went and took care of that. Then I quickly came back to the computer and told Patrick bye.

And here is where the bad mom part comes in….Brenden hadn’t wanted to take his nap in the first place, a pretty common occurance around here. He often wakes up crying, so I just really didn’t think anything of it. When I went into his room however, I realized right away that this wasn’t his normal cry. He was sobbing, and he was stuck! The chubby part of his thigh was stuck between the rails of the crib and his foot was pointing down and stuck between the crib and the mattress. I started off calm enough setting to the task of trying to unstick him. But I couldn’t do it. He was panicing, so I was panicing. I could not budge the thigh out because of the chub, and because when I moved the top, it contorted the bottom more. I was mere seconds from tearing that wood apart with my bare hands, but some how I finally got both parts of his leg and foot unstuck.

The poor thing sobbed and sniffed and clung to me for a good 10 minutes. He stayed a little grumpy through most of the rest of the afternoon, but ended the day in a miraculously happy mood. I really thought something was going to be broken, but all is well.