Disaster Averted

Yesterday we woke up to quite a commotion. On the weekends Jeff and I take turns between making coffee and getting Brody changed.  Yesterday I was on coffee and Hubby was on Brody duty. Of course, I am speedy and was done getting the coffee and Brody's milk ready before he was done brushing his teeth, all the while Brody was getting more and more agitated that no one had gotten him out of his crib.  I went in there to save the day only to discover his leg was STUCK between the crib bars!!!! I mean stuck. At first I just thought he'd stuck his leg through it and was hanging out angrily, but when I went to pick him up his leg wouldn't budge. No wonder he was crying so hard. I mean, he was stuck up on his thigh! I panic easily when it comes to Brody so of course I try one more time to slide his leg out thinking he got it in here we can get it out. But no. His leg wouldn't budge and he's only crying harder! I yell for Jeff in my shrill mom voice and he comes running in the room. He, being the calm one, walks in and tries to push his leg out with no luck ( uh, duh I just tried that). He won't admit it but I think he started to get nervous too because I know we were both thinking "ohmygosh we are going to have to saw the bar off the crib to free his leg!" Hubby keeps working on Brody's leg which only seems to get more stuck while I leaned over the crib trying to calm our boy who only seems to get more hysterical. I take the blame here, perhaps I should have conveyed a more soothing presence. Hubby decides he's the Hulk and tries pulling both bars away from each other and tells me to push Brody's leg through. I wanted it to work on the first try. It didn't. I can hear the bars creak in protest. I am still envisioning a broken crib that will clearly not work for baby number two. With one last hope Jeff tried the Hulk move again and viola! Brody's leg slid free and was in our arms being soothed. Crib destroying averted. We walked away shaken up (me, not the hubs) and bruised. Poor Brody man has black and blue bruises on both sides of his knee. Sunday morning started out more intense than I prefer.  I think Brody would agree which is why, a few hours later he zonked out in Daddy's arms. Something he has not done for a long time. An hour later he got passed off to me where he slept for another hour. I secretly loved it. It brought me back to the days where he'd always fall asleep on my chest, his little mouth hanging open and his warm breath blowing across my chest. I could repeat that part of our day over and over.