The biggest scare of my parenting life
Last night I had the biggest scare of my career as a father. It was late (or early, depending on how you look at it) and I was sleeping in Chandler’s room on my usual night duty so Ashley could get a good night’s rest. I was awoken by Chandler’s cry which is not entirely unusual. I let him cry it out for a bit. Suddenly his cries turned to more of a panicked shriek. I jumped up to see what was going on.
My eyes were really groggy and it was dark so my vision was not at the top of its game. Right in front of me I saw what I thought was Chandler hanging on for dear life on the outside of his crib. In that split second I thought he had climbed over the crib and was now dangling by his arms from the top rung. I felt guilty for not responding to his initial cries for help.
I sprung into action and lunged forward to catch him. I knew my vision was impaired but I started to think my sense of touch was impaired as well because Chandler felt fuzzier than usual. Then I figured out what had happened.
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Stupid monkey.
