Panic at the Webb Home

So last night, we were all snuggled up warm in our beds when at 4:21 am Brooklyn stared screaming. Luke got up to go put her back to bed when I heard Aubrey start crying too. Figuring Luke could use a little help since he was now being double-teamed, I walked into their room also. It was still pitch black in their room (considering that it was the middle of the night) and I walked over to Aubrey's crib to pick her up. I put my arms into her crib to get her out, and there was no Aubrey. Now at this point I would have started to have a serious panic attack except that I could hear her crying so I knew she was in there somewhere. During this time, Brooklyn is crying hysterically and repeating, "Broken. Broken. Broken." Finally, I move closer to the crib and feel something next to my leg on the floor! Turning on the light, we found Aubrey sitting on the floor looking completely confused in the middle of a pile of glass. The crib matress had fallen off of one side of the crib rolling her out onto the floor, smacking her into the side table, causing the lamp on the side table to fall into the crib, causing the light bulb to break into a thousand pieces and rain down on top of my poor, frightened, helpless child. Luckily, she wasn't hurt at all and went right back to sleep. We took a few safety precausions and are now currently on the market for a new crib.