Wiggle Worm

Friday morning I got quite the surprise. It was about 6am and I woke up to Evangeline’s typical slightly fussy cooing noises that she makes to let me know she’s awake and ready for a fresh diaper and breakfast. I took a peek at her in the monitor before getting up just to make sure she was fully awake before I went into her room. (Side note: We got a video monitor as a gift when Evangeline was born. It’s one of the coolest baby gadgets we were given and it definitely made the transition to sleeping in her crib so much easier on us. We love to peek on her and many times we’ll catch her kicking her feet or thrashing her head from side to side. Don’t ask me how the girl doesn’t wake herself up!) All this is pretty routine, except this time I was confused by what I saw. I could see Evangeline in her crib in the exact same spot that I put her down the evening before, except for the fact that she was turned a full 180 degrees. Her head was where her feet usually are, and her feet were where her head usually is!

How on earth could she have done this on her own?! Sure she wiggles a lot but how could she turn herself a full 180 degrees without waking herself up? How did she not hit her head on the side of the crib? How is she in the exact same spot I laid her down in, just flipped around?!

I woke Jeremy up. He was just as surprised at her new position as I was, but he thought it was funny. I just couldn’t make sense of how she could have done this on her own! Did I wake up in the middle of the night to feed her, lay her back down that way and just forget about it? Nope. I always put her head in the same spot. We have a sheet protector there in case she spits up so I never put her head anywhere else. And Jeremy was sure he didn’t move her either. But someone had to have moved her. There was no way she could have moved this much on her own, all while fast asleep. Then I remembered we had slept with our bedroom window open for the first time since the fall.

I started to panic. Someone must have come into our house and moved her. I was convinced! So I made Jeremy get out of bed and search our house for the intruder. No surprise, he found nothing. I’ll blame it on the fact that I was still half asleep and a little delirious. Not to mention, I have a strong track record for being a worrywart and thinking of the absolute worst-case scenario.

Looking back, I now realize how ridiculous this was. I guess our little girl really is quite the wiggle worm!