In the wee hours of our morning, we awoke to that sound. It was the sound that every parent dreads- the blood curling, hysterical scream of a terrified or badly injured child. I rushed into Hip Chick's room to discover her foot tightly wedged between her crib slats, with the spica intensifying its wedge. It took a little time to free her, especially since I neglected to grab my glasses before flying into her room.
She must have worked to free herself extensively before the hysteria set in. This morning, a couple of bruises and a blister manifested themselves. I attempted to photograph the blister (above), but my exposure setting washed it out a bit. She did not sleep soundly for the remaining of our night, leaving a very exhausted household.
Poor baby. I can only hope that the position of her next cast is a better fit into her crib.
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