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TIFU when I upsized one of my triplets bed into a “big boy bed” and it turned into a scene from Carrie

So, having triplets is fun and rewarding. However, accidents are bound to happen and dear lord was this a doozie.

The biggest of the 3 triplets (they are 3 almost 4) has about 5lbs on the other two. He’s much taller and much thicker. At night he’s been steam rolling around the room and ontop of them and attacking them with pillows and stuffed animals in what I can only describe as a toddler cage match like hell in the cell. The poor girls are defenseless against this onslaught and we had to do something. We have to keep their door locked otherwise they will escape at night and tear the house apart while we are sleeping. We never had this problem with our singletons. Just FYI, we leave NO hard objects in the triplet room as this would not end well at some point.

The plan was we would convert our dining room complete with a solid door into his “big boy room” and keep the other 2 of 3 together. We tucked him in, put him to bed and left soon as he was asleep.

Well, soon as we left, like any kid with a new bed, the first order of business was to jump on it.

Not 1 minute later he had fallen, smacked the front of his head on the edge or corner I presume and was bleeding profusely. By the time I answered his cry within a few seconds there was so much blood on his face and sheets it looked like the scene in Carrie when the Mean kids dumped a 5 gallon of pig blood on her in front of the school. I’m talking, couldn’t even see his bare skin on his face. Was just covered in blood.

We know that foreheads bleed, a lot, and there was no sign of trauma. It took a good size towel to stop the bleeding, his crying subsided soon after and there was no evidence of a concussion. The cut was maybe 1/8 of an inch wide at most. If it happened with my first child I would have freaked out but there was no real cause for concern as the bleeding stopped and we patched him up. We waited 3 hours before putting him down again and all was fine.

Brought a whole new meaning to “no more monkeys jumping on the bed”

Going out tomorrow to replace this one. Next big kid bed will be plastic or wood without any “safety ‘roll off’ guards” and with round corners.

TLDR: bought new bed for kid. Kid jumped on it and cut his head.

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