Ouch!

Well, poor Jamie fell out of his bed 2 nights ago. We first heard the screaming and Sarah went down to discover the poor little guy had a gash next to his right eye, probably from hitting the corner of the dresser on the way down. So we've belatedly got bedrails on now. He had done so well I think we were lulled into a sense of false security. He seems to really like the rail there and actually slept sort of snuggled up to it last night.

We were scared at the time, but the cut is healing and he is otherwise fine. We were all up with him for a bit afterward and Sarah and I were worried about him having a concussion. She started trying to test him by having him cover one his eyes and watch her with the other. She tried to get him into it by calling it a game. At first he was tickled. He spends all day wanting us to play with him so the prospect of a game in the middle of the night was pretty excited. But very soon he said "Let's play a different game, Mom." It was about then that we started to think he was very much himself. Maybe he thought we were going to play "Candyland."

He got to spend the rest of the night in bed with Mommy, which was pretty great too. He immediately said that he wanted to sleep "REALLY CLOSE" to her. He lay on the side of his face with the cut all night, because that way he was facing her, and would only let her sleep so that she was facing him. Not that she had room to turn over anyway.