My brother asked if we had a bed rail that wasn't being used for his soon to be 3 year old daughter who's moving to a "big girl" bed. I told him that Lydia was using one, but that she probably didn't need it anymore. I said we would ask her about it and get back to him.
Lydia was more than happy to get rid of the rail, so last night we took it off as a trial run on being "rail free". At 3:00 am we heard it - the undeniable sound of a child falling out of bed. "THUD!" Then the onslaught of tears and crying which beckons a parent to their room ensued. Carl went forth into the night to save his darling daughter and ended up bringing her to me in bed where she promptly settled in for the rest of the night.
When I woke up in the morning and really looked at her, I was freaking out! Her hand she was sucking on was completely covered in dried blood. Her face had dried blood on it and there were spots on our sheets and on Carl's clothing where he'd carried her. He hadn't noticed in his half awake state that she had really split her lip open when she fell. Apparently, Lydia moved a small chair next to her bed and we didn't realize it, so when she fell, she connected with her mouth on the chair and split it open.
What's more, Lydia didn't mention that she could taste the blood or that it even hurt when she came to bed. I guess she was still asleep some too. Anyways, moral of the story - she's not ready to relinquish the rail so they'll have to buy their own - sorry bro'!
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