My daredevil daughter

I was awaken in the wee hours of Monday to sounds of Mia screaming her lungs out. Literally jumped out of bed and scrambled out our bedroom door, only to find Mia standing outside, tears streaking down her lovely eyes, screaming. As I quickly picked her up and cuddled her in my arms, it suddenly hit me – how the hell did she get out of her cot???? The cot gates are pushed up to the max highest level and I thought it would be impossible for a 21-month old baby to climb out. I mean, seriously. I don’t think even Imran can climb out of the cot, it was THAT high. I prayed that somehow the cheap Ikea rug cushioned her fall a bit, but I searched her head and body for bumps but didn’t find any. Thank god. She calmed down after a bit of cuddling and I gave her a bottle of milk which she finished happily afterwards. She couldn’t sleep again after all that excitement and since my alarm clock is due to go off in about an hour I decided to let her cuddle with me in bed for a bit. Until today I cannot comprehend how she managed to climb out. Anyway, I’m not taking anymore chances and I’ve laid down a thick comforter with pillows on the carpet next to the cot in case she decides to be adventurous again. At least until I can find a nice decent toddler bed for her..for now, I’m just thankful that my little munchkin is safe and sound despite her little mishap.