Broghan was up from 3:30 - 5:00 this morning, screaming. TJ and I took turns going up there, rocking her back to sleep, but as soon as we laid her back in her bed, she was up again... so evenutally we just let her cry. By 5:00 we were exhausted, she was still crying, and I heard someone turn a door handle. I assumed she had finally woken one of the other kids, and they were taking it upon themselves to go tend to her, so I hurried upstairs to my motherly duties. When I got to the top of the stairs, Broghan's door was still closed, but the doorknob was jiggling from the inside. Guess who made her way out of her bed? If ever I wished for a video baby monitor, this would be the reason! There was no loud thud, no extra loud screaming, no reason to believe that she fell. Yet there she was, arms outstretched sobbing for her mama. So I picked her up, carried her down to our room, where she quickly fell back asleep in my arms. Looks like we need to start shopping for a toddler bed!
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