Last night when my wife and I go to bed we leaft the AC on. When the AC is on we leave the vent in our daughters room closed, her vent is the closest one to the inside unit and her room gets colder then the rest of the house. My wife woke up at 3 this morning, cold, and went and turned the heater on, I love Oklahoma weather. I told her to open the vent in our daughters room so her room would get some heat.
My wife goes into her room and I hear, "AUSTIN" in her something wrong voice.
So I run into her room, flip on the light, and look in the crib and there is no 2 year old in the crib. This is where my heart stops beating. I notice my wife is not freaking out so I start looking around and I see my little girl setting in the rocking chair we have in her room, covered up with a blanket she pulled out of her crib with a smile on her face and she says, "Hi, dada," waves, and goes back to rocking the chair by her self.
As my heart starts beating again and descends from my throat, our sweet girl picks up on the fact that mama and dada are worked up about something and she starts to get upset. I pick her up and hand her to my wife and she calms down. I take her and get into the rocking chair and rock her for about 20 minutes. She hold on to me really tightly for the majority of that time. Eventually she relaxes and I put her back in her crib.
I got up to get ready for work this morning and checked her crib and she was still asleep. This was the first time she has crawled out of her crib.
My wife goes into her room and I hear, "AUSTIN" in her something wrong voice.
So I run into her room, flip on the light, and look in the crib and there is no 2 year old in the crib. This is where my heart stops beating. I notice my wife is not freaking out so I start looking around and I see my little girl setting in the rocking chair we have in her room, covered up with a blanket she pulled out of her crib with a smile on her face and she says, "Hi, dada," waves, and goes back to rocking the chair by her self.
As my heart starts beating again and descends from my throat, our sweet girl picks up on the fact that mama and dada are worked up about something and she starts to get upset. I pick her up and hand her to my wife and she calms down. I take her and get into the rocking chair and rock her for about 20 minutes. She hold on to me really tightly for the majority of that time. Eventually she relaxes and I put her back in her crib.
I got up to get ready for work this morning and checked her crib and she was still asleep. This was the first time she has crawled out of her crib.