Climbing out of the Crib

Two nights ago, TJ learned how to climb out of his crib.

He did not learn how to reach the floor, though.

Twice in the same night, his screams ripped me out of bed. Twice in the same night, I found him impersonating Spider Man on the outside of his crib. Diagonally.

He’d gotten both legs over the side, but he didn’t have the courage to let go and drop to the floor. So he was holding on for dear life, screaming for help.

I rescued him the first time by scooping him up in my arms. The second time, when he saw me, he vaulted back into the crib and waited for me to pick him up from there.

He spent the night with Grandma Kitty for New Year’s Eve, and he didn’t try to escape from her crib. It’s a waiting game to see if he’ll try it again tonight. He initially made the discovery just before 3:00 am the other night.

Let’s hope that, if he does decide to try it again, he waits until it’s time to get up in the morning!

Christina Gleason (976 Posts)

That’s me: Christina Gleason. I’m a writer, editor, and disability advocate. I'm a multiply disabled autistic lady doing my best in this world built for abled people. I’m a geek for grammar, fantasy, and casual gaming. I hate vegetables. I cannot reliably speak, so I’ll happily conduct business over email or messaging instead.