Whump!

Last night, a sad-but-funny thing happened. When Cale cried in the middle of the night, I brought him to bed with me and cuddled us both back to sleep. Cale was asleep, but still very squirmy, so he was rolling all over the bed. I placed a pillow barricade on one side, and me on the other. Well, on one particularly active roll, Cale rolled up and over the pillow, and WHUMP! he fell off the bed. I was pretty sure I knew what the Whump that woke me meant, and Cale's cry from the floor cinched it. I scooted across the bed surprisingly quickly, especially since I'd been asleep. Even so, by the time I got to him, Cale was asleep again. In fact, his breathing was more even and he was less restless. My first thought was to bring him back to bed, but after looking at him for a while, I decided to leave him where he was sleeping better. Plus he couldn't fall off the floor. So I built another barricade so that no one could walk near him and accidentally step on Cale. Then I happily went back to sleep for an uneventful rest of the night.