A few nights ago, we had a little incident that I can't stop thinking about. Quite frankly, I'm still feeling a bit sick about it.
I put the kids to bed. My three little ladies sleep "Little House on the Prairie" style all in one room. With two single beds, a toddler bed and the dressers taking up residency in the hallway, it works well. On this particular night, Little Lady #1 was at the ballet with Nan and Little Lady #2 fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
Like most good mom entrepreneurs, after kids are in bed I make the most of the next few quiet hours. I was working away on my computer and at about 8:00pm I heard Little Lady #3 (who is three-years-old) making some little whimpering sounds. Like most noises originating from a kid's bedroom, I ignored it for a while. I finally sent daddy-o up to check out the situation and shut her down. A moment later he called me out of my office to have a look at her.
She had taken a belt from one of their little bath robes and tied it tightly around her neck!
The image is haunting me. With Little Lady #1 not there to save her or file an immediate incident report with the grown-ups, this could have gone so wrong. In addition, I keep thinking about how EASILY I could have gone on ignoring the little whimpering sounds. That particular kiddo has been up to a bit of monkey business at bed time and I'm generally pretty tough on that nonsense. I think about what could have happened and spending my life haunted by those ignored whimpers playing and re-playing in my head.
I'm not a super paranoid kind of parent - my kids are allowed to play outside and I let them run around the hockey arena while I watch one of their siblings play. This incident was just a glaring reminder that they are never truly safe - even when you put them to bed.
So, I had planned to blog this week about my experiences last weekend in Houston at the Mom 2.0 Summit, but telling you to remove bath robes from your kid's bedroom somehow trumped it. Chills.....