Miles fell off the bed this morning.
He came to bed with me at around midnight last night and an left him there. I nursed him this morning at 5AM (and one other time in the wee hours) and left him to sleep while I showered.
Miles was still sleeping,so I left him, bumpered by pillows, in the bed. I took the monitor so I'd hear any snuffles or shuffles. It's not uncommon for me to do this - to leave him in the bed while I try to get in a cup of coffee and a quick blog read while both boys are still in bed.
Oscar woke just after seven.
On my way to retrieve him, I peeked in on Miles. Still sleeping peacefully. I'd left the monitor downstairs, but he was only one room over. I figured I'd hear him. That'd he call out when he was away. Something.
I spend five or so minutes tickling Oscar in his crib and talking to him about the day, "Danny will be here, then Kiki is coming for dinner and to read you books."
Then I heard a thunderous BOOM! For a second, I though something had exploded, it was so loud and resonant. And then Miles began screaming.
I rushed into the bedroom and turned on the light. Miles was on his tummy on the floor, at the foot of the bed. He crawled right off the edge of the bed and seemed to have hit one of Oscar's fire trucks on his way down.
I waited a few seconds to make sure he could move his neck and limbs before I scooped him up and began muttering apologies over and over while he sobbed into my chest. I'm so thankful he's not seriously injured and I feel like a complete moron for leaving him.
This is not the way I wanted to start my day.