by Teresa Dean Smeigh
Once our first child was born we made the trip from North Carolina, MCAS Cherry Point, to my mother-in-law’s house in southern New Jersey to visit the family for the weekend. It was about a 10 hour trip. Hard to do on a weekend, but we made the trip quite often. This was our first trip with our new born and we didn’t have the small netted playpens they have now. So my mother-in-law pulled out an old hard crib the size of a bassinet. It used to be “A’s” crib when he was born. “K1″ was small and that was perfect for her. My now ex-husband put it together.
We went upstairs to go to bed. We changed her, fed her and put her in the crib and we took the bed.
Sometime during the night she started screaming and wouldn’t shut up. He picked her up and cuddled her and she wasn’t wet or hungry so he laid her back down.
Now his mom was yelling, “what is going on up there?”
So my ex grabbed the crib and shook it and screamed “SHUT UP!”
The mattress fell right down through the crib and hit the floor. Baby shut up and never made another peep that night. She wasn’t hurt since she went down lying on the mattress and it was only about 18 inches from the floor.
I didn’t say a word during this whole fiasco. I just sat there and watched. I could see she was ok.