Last night, I put Xander to bed and walked down the two little steps into the main area of the camper. After a minute or so, I heard a high pitched shriek, followed by several more intense screams. My feet barely touched the ground as I FLEW up the stairs, imagining my child being stabbed, maybe stung by a swarm of bees. Years of first aid training came flooding back- I was prepared for any level of triage… it’s truly amazing how much can go through your head in just seconds.
I rushed to his side and said, “what’s wrong?!”
In a small voice he said, “my animals”.
Xander sleeps with 3 stuffed animals and I hadn’t tucked them in like I normally do.
“Never make that sound again” I said calmly and then I tucked them in.
Crisis averted.