When I scoop her up in the middle of the night she is almost always overly clingy. Maybe she's cold, or maybe she just wants to be close in the dark. Either way, she's like a little backpack hanging on the front of me with her arms wrapped tightly around my neck.
As I carried her in front of me I was suddenly stopped. Actually, I was bounced back a bit and almost fell. I wasn't initially sure what was going on. In my semi-conscious state I assumed my progress was being halted by a supernatural force. Some evil spirit or sinister demon was preventing me from taking her to the potty. I imagined this mean spirited poltergeist was trying to get me soaked with urine.
|Vomit is worse than urine. I can attest to that.|
The apparition was unlike anything I'd ever heard or read about. It was solid. It was everywhere in front of me, blocking my progress. It was also smooth. Almost too smooth. I couldn't feel any difference no matter where I moved my hand. No lumps. No cracks. Not even a wrinkle. The resistance was the same no matter where I touched.
Then, my hand brushed against something that was different.
It was small and round. It fit into my hand very easily. It felt familiar.
|Had I grabbed a hold of this handle I think I would have soiled myself.|
There was no unexpected visitor, but I had managed to soften the blow of walking into a door in the middle of the night by using a Hadley bumper. Poor girl got squished between me and the door.
"Sorry for running you into the door, Hadley. I didn't realize it was shut."Her reply:
"That's OK, Papa. You didn't mean to. I'm fine."