The air mattress my daughter slept on was slowly sinking.
We were sleeping at a relative’s house, and my husband felt she was big enough now to forgo the playpen that I had brought.
“She’ll have more room to move,” he had said, blowing it up just for her.
But he was sound asleep when I began to notice the mattress getting mushy.
My daughter was asleep on it – right next to our high double bed, and I didn’t like the feeling of her sinking throughout the night. So I set pillows up alongside our bed so she wouldn’t roll off into the abyss underneath.
But that must not have done the trick because I woke to a little moan and jumping up, I rescued her from where she had rolled.
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