When Addy was born I was staying up all night (like I do now) and was able to take care of Addy in the night. For Becca it was really nice because she never went through the phase of having to wake up frequenty to take care of the baby, I just arranged things and Becca slept right through it.
Wednesday was Addy's birthday and she got some balloons. This morning (2am) I heard Addy start screaming, so I immediately rushed in there. She was standing up, tangled in the ribbon from her balloon. In the pitch blackness she didn't know what was going on and couldn't get out. Even I had to turn the light on to figure out what was going on.
After I got her untangled, the next thing she said was "My stool, I want my stool!" and promptly climbed back in bed. That made me quite happy as she has had problems this week waking up in the night. It also made me happy because it meant that she wasn't too affected by the incident.
I don't know how she ended up out of bed and tangled in her balloon in the pitch black at two in the morning, but I'm very glad I was up and able to fix it before she experienced too much trauma, or got hurt.