A Night in Battle

This story has nothing to do with Jesus, this is just a glimpse into our everyday crazy life.

It gets cold in Levi's room, not Texas cold, Missouri cold. So at night we have a space heater in there. I remembered at approximately midnight that I forgot to turn it on when I laid Levi down, so I snuck back in his room to do so. When I got in there, I was spotted from the get-go. He was able to see me because of a small glimpse of light coming from a lamp in the living room. So what did I do? I dove of course, assuming the fetal position across his room and did not move for approximately 10 minutes.

I realized that something was going to have to be done, so I thought I would radio for help. I was next to the baby monitor, so I sent a distress signal to my partner Danny. I whispered "Turn off the lamp!" I quickly realized that in the 10 minutes I had been laying there, he had fallen asleep. So I turned off the monitor to where on his end he hears that loud "SCHZZZZZZ" sound. That woke him right up. Then I ever so quietly whispered my message again, and this time it got results.

Now thinking I was clear, I army crawled right next to the crib, preparing to make a dash for the door. Then Levi's light and sound machine comes on, illuminating the room. This particular machine plays for 15 minutes. That's right. Fifteen. Minutes. So while I am being serenaded I think back to when I bought this machine at the store. I thought the 15 minute feature would be nice, then I wouldn't have to sneak back into his room to turn it on for him. I then began cursing myself for not thinking of all the possible scenarios such as this one. I peaked up from my position and his face was right in front of the machine, which is facing the door, my only way out. If he saw me I knew it would all be over, and my efforts thus far wasted.

I had suspected during all this after my faithful partner turned off the lamp, he went back to bed. But after 20 minutes he noticed I still wasn't back, and he came to my aid valiantly. He cracked the door open ever so slightly and stealthily assessed the situation. He saw me on the floor and he knew the only way out would be to create a diversion. He spotted sock monkey in the doorway, grabbed him, and threw him to the opposite end of the crib, moving Levi away from the sound machine. There was my only opportunity and I seized it. I crawled, reached my hand up, turned off the machine for good, and then, being under the cover of darkness, I crawled out the door.

I will sadly admit to you that this is not the first time this has happened. No events have ever been this bad or taken this long, but nonetheless, you would think at this point, I would make sure all my bases are covered before I left the room when I put him down the first time.