Thank goodness our tale has a much better ending.
Last night, I was putting a few finishing touches on my grading and getting ready to head to bed when I heard a "thunk" from our bedroom followed by a high pitched scream. Osten had fallen from our very tall bed. So tall, that a step stool is required to enter and exit.
With hearts racing, Brad was awoken and I rushed to the scene. I immediately thought--lost teeth, brain injury--we need ice stat. Brad wasn't convinced that ice would be the solution.
There was some blood, a fat bottom and top lip and lots of tears, but no apparent concussion or broken teeth. Osten slept like a champ and seems just fine today.
Horrible sound of a baby hitting tile floor, and I am so thankful that our sweet little boy seems to be fine. We love him so.
|Osten's big fat lips :(|